(Jeremiah)
Y/N POV
I look at the time. 6:30. The tram should already be here.
Oh, there it is.
I look at the tram while it stops and see that it's crowded. when I step in I notice that I actually have to sit next to someone that I don't know.
So I decide to sit next to a red-haired man that looks about the same age as me.
Its akwardly silent so I plug my ear buds in and listen to 'I think we're alone now' from Tiffany.
after 30 seconds or so I feel the guy tapping my shoulder. I unplug my buds and ask nicely why he did that.
"Great taste of music."
I smile.
"Thanks, my friends call it old but i like authentic. It's better than the music now."
"That's exactly what i say to my friends!"
He smiles. Omg he's so cute when he smiles.
"My name is Y/N"
"Jeremiah Valeska"
"Like your name"
"Thanks Y/N"
We talked for a while until someone spoke.
"This is the stop for Gotham, I repeat, Gotham."
I see Jeremiah realising something.
"Shit, Thats where I need to go to."
He gets out of his chair and says;
"Guess I'll see you later Y/N"
And then he steps out.
FUCK, I FORGOT TO ASK HIS PHONE NUMBER.
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