“Can I sit here?”
The train car is more than half empty. In fact, there’s an empty seat right in front of me. I gesture to it.
“You wouldn’t feel more comfortable sitting in your own seat?” I ask groggily. It’s not even that late, but I’ve had a long day; 11:42pm feels like 2 in the morning. The other passengers bob their heads side to side, relishing in a post-workday train nap as we trundle into the night.