Prompt: Write your character as if you were viewing them as a passenger on a train.

The train pulled to a stop, interrupting, momentarily, my reading. My emerald eyes lazily flickered outside the window, annoyed by the outside world that pulled me away from my book. Outside, passengers quickly moved onto the train, luggage hauled over their shoulders or piled in their arms. My eyes settled on a twenty-one year old woman. She stood at an intimidating height (mostly like 5’8” or 5’9”) with long, red hair over her shoulders and cascading down her back. She wore a leather jacket, ripped jeans, and over her head was pulled a tight hat. Her green eyes met mine and for a moment, we stared at each other. A white tank-top was underneath her leather jacket, a chain belt held her pants up, and I got the feeling there was probably a pocket knife in her jeans. She looked away, pulling something out of her pocket and putting it in her mouth. I would’ve mistaken it for a cigarette, but she didn’t light it nor was it thick enough. It almost looked like the stick for a lollipop. Her hands were fingerless gloves that were worn. Clearly, she wore them a lot.

She stepped onto the train without any luggage. I looked down at my book, wondering why I had the unsettled feeling burrowing deep into my stomach. I frowned; did that girl have something to do with it?

“Hey.”

I glanced up. The voice wasn’t one I recognized and it was a little deeper than mine. Not masculine, but definitely boding that, whoever this person was, they were dangerous. I was met with hostile emerald eyes.

“This seat taken?” She didn’t even wait for me to respond before she took the cushion across me, a table separating us. I cleared my throat.

“Um, I’m Lauren.”

“Jade. Now shut up.”

I blinked. Excuse me? You sit down at my table and tell me to shut up!? Who the hell was this person anyway? With a locked jaw, I spoke again.

“If you’re going to be a jerk, sit somewhere else.”

Her elbow was against the table and her hand propped up her head. Her temple was against the frame of the window as she strained to see someone. She scowled.

“I told you to shut up. Give me a moment.”

I would’ve gotten up and left. I would’ve reached across the table and slapped her. I would’ve done a lot of things, if my own anger and stubbornness to be the better person kept me from doing so.

I stopped here because this is all I needed to start writing. If you want more, I can do more next time I need a prompt. Might be a fun distraction.

Happy reading!