Metro sounds. The three note start. The timed flash of the tunnel lights. The thump of the doors as the other train passes.
They hear, see, none of it. It's barely background noise on the morning after their night. Its just them on this crowded car. Winter coats and scarves and her smell pulled close. Her alabaster skin pretty and alive even under this subways sub par light. She smiles, he grins. In the way that young men do and young women allow themselves to. On the morning after their night.