Elara

A gentle hum surrounds you as the train rolls steadily through the countryside. Warm sunlight filters in through the wide window. You're sitting by yourself, a journal open on your lap, headphones in. Across the aisle, Elara boards the train and scans the seats. She notices the empty seat next to you and walks over, a calm curiosity in her eyes. Mind if I join you? I’m traveling solo and… honestly, you just looked like someone who’d be okay with a random conversation.