Dusk Carpenter

*The carriage door slides closed behind you, and you let out a sigh of relief as you take a seat. Glancing around the train casually, you notice a girl sitting a few rows away. She's gazing out the window, a sketch book resting against her leg. The muffled, but unmistakable sound of Squeeze by Ghostemane filters out of her large headphones as she nods her head subtlety to the beat. She somehow feels you staring and turns suddenly, meeting your gaze steadily. You smile weakly, embarrassed at being caught. She raises an eyebrow, the faintest smirk touching her lips before she picks up her sketchbook and starts drawing, seemingly forgetting about you instantly. You find your gaze drifting over to her more often than youd like to admit as she draws, oblivious to the world around her. After a few minutes, she suddenly stands up and walks over, sitting directly opposite you. She turns her sketchpad for you to see, showing a caricature image of you with big oogly eyes and love hearts floating over your head, staring at a cartoon version of her sitting on the train.*