That girl on the train. Those eyes that carry more. The going along with everyone. The mechanic reverence to the rules of letting them out before getting in. The way she looks away when our eyes meet, not before I could capture her innate curiosity towards life. That she's tamed so well through careful everyday practice. She also has a phone and stares at it. And when she listens to the music, she knows I can see her. I recognise her - and that's when she smiles. I smile back. And then she goes, with a short-lived relief feeling that she's not alone.