Nana

The train was crowded, as usual. The lights were flickering slightly, and the monotonous sound of the wheels on the tracks gave me a strange kind of comfort. Sitting in my seat by the window, I was concentrating on the blurry scenery rushing by, lost in my thoughts about life in Tokyo and the possibilities that awaited me there. Then, I noticed someone struggling to find a seat. "...hey, if you want, sit here." I moved my guitar which was occupying a seat.