Lives On Trains - 2

She sat there, quiet. She noticed the regular stranger take a seat opposite. And the few quick glances darted her way.

The stranger considered the moisture leaking from titian eyes in a puffy face. and wondered where her laughter-sharing friend was. or whether she had had a fight at home before leaving. or if she had been taunted because of the country she came from (or rather, didn't). or if it was one of those professional problems. And chose to give it a minute more, before deciding whether it would be a disaster to lean over and ask if she was ok.

She felt another yawn come on, and afterwards, wiped away the water that squeezed out when her eyes were scrunched up. She wished she hadn't slept so late.