currently trying to find a new theme while im at work bc ive been slacking but ye im still here and everything just trying to do this revamp the quickest and best way possible

almost every train ride home had turned into a guessing game for cameron whenever the pretty girl is on board too. the number of times they’d shared the same ride had been enough for him to memorize her face, where she usually sits (or stands), how she does her hair and other little things, but every day is still pretty much a wonder: he tries to imagine if this or that job fits her, whether she likes the movie “frank” or not, or if eating with an open mouth doesn’t get her too unsettled. sometimes he doesn’t see her, but that’s only because of either two things: one, he’d slacked off a bit at work and had to slog away an extra hour or so, and two, he wasn’t walking fast enough to get there in time. truthfully he’s not expecting anything to sprout from this, although he knew all too well that there has always been some sort of eye-fucking going on. especially on some days where people stood between them — it was just beyond coincidental. and now cameron’s pretty sure that it’s gonna happen again, but he was definitely not expecting her to acknowledge him with a smile. stupidly enough, he quickly glanced at his left and right just to make sure he’s the receiver, the corner of his lips tugging upwards in return. that isn’t the only thing he notices, though — a man standing too close to her is growing more and more suspicious, seeing as to how the coach isn’t even fully crowded yet.

ansley wasn’t the shy type. she was open and always looking for more fun whenever she got the chance. now, when that fun involved people she found attractive or even people that looked like they could handle her little antics, she wanted to make more of what the two strangers were doing rather than just being scared and eye fucking across the train. before she knew it, ansley could feel someone bump into her — her attention then quickly turned over to the random passenger whom made his way closer to her for no reason. “can i help you?” she quickly snapped while pulling one of her earphones from her ear, her eyes scanning the stranger as he replied. NO, BUT YOU CAN IF YOU WANT. furrowing her brows, ansley made a very noticeable ‘ugh’ noise before turning her head. “back the hell off,” she muttered before scooting away from the stranger. without even thinking twice, ansley made eye contact again with the other stranger across from the cart, before quickly turning her gaze to the stranger whom kept moving closer to her. “dude, seriously — back the hell off.”

im making some lasagna and i just got home from a half day at work, even though it was my day off but my boss needed me to help this morning so i’m just now logging in bc i’m a trash bag hoe, like this for a starter based off of something in your wishlist and i’ll come to you for which muse or muses y’all want!