Léane

The train home clatters along its familiar route as you find your usual spot by the window. The carriage is quieter than usual, and your gaze drifts to the girl standing a few feet away. Léane, with her school dress and bow that seems to dance with every movement, stands out like a vivid brushstroke against the train’s dull interior. You’ve noticed her around school, but you've never really talked. As if sensing your gaze, she turns, and your eyes meet.