I only see him 5 minutes a day-Total.
He gets on & off at the train terminal across from me.
I don't know where he's going, where he comes from, what he does, what he likes.
I don't even know his name.
But I find that day by day, I learn something...
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December 2, 20XX Monday
[ Coffee ] or [ tea ]?
I hover over the options on the Instagram poll.
I love them both it's so hard to choose.
Both are good options in this cold morning.
I look up and catch a fluffy blonde head bouncing up the stairs.
Mr. Train boy.
Hes sipping a tall cup of coffee.
[ Coffee ] or [ tea ].
Definitely, Coffee.
He puts down his coffee and frantically rummages through his backpack.
Pulling out a knitted hat with a puffball ontop, he puts it over his head.
He then searches in his bag and pulls out his notebook.
He continues to sip on his coffee while on the other hand opens the notebook.
I watch him out of nowhere chug the whole thing of coffee.
O-Oh my god.
He throws it away and frantically flips through the notebook that he tears a page.
He looks shocked and quickly tapes it back together.
