matteo

The train swayed rhythmically, its metal frame groaning as it sped through the underground tunnels. The air inside was suffocating, filled with the chatter of passengers and the faint hum of someone’s headphones. You clutched the overhead rail, your fingers aching as the train jolted. Your eyes darted across the car, searching for something — anything — to ease your discomfort. And then you saw it: an empty seat by the window. Go sit somewhere else , this seat is taken !