“Gonna corner the hipster market on this train, then? Smart, Moss. “I’m pretty sure I saw a hella hot dude with a fixie a few cars down.” “Hey, speak for yourself,” Moss shot back. Plus, it speaks to the reality of the situation: We shall remain celibate for the rest of our lives, as I highly doubt that there are any cute girls for me on this train.” “Moss, you are just so full of good ideas. They’ll save us space and give the place a youthful atmosphere.”Įsperanza faked a swoon back into her seat. “I cannot rest my body on this filth.” He pretended to be deep in thought before exclaiming, “I’ve got it! Bunk beds. “I am a man of high taste,” he said in the most grandiose voice he could manage. “We’ll definitely have to install some curtains here,” she explained. She stood up, grinning, her white blouse hanging loose on her body, and she gestured above the BART doors next to her. Our life as we know it is over! Which means we need to start planning out how we’ll design our new home.” “Well, we better get used to living here, Moss.

“Then this really is like the start of all good apocalyptic nightmares,” he said. “Don’t say that! That practically guarantees it’s going to happen!”

“What happens if there’s an earthquake while we’re down here?” “I haven’t ever been stuck inside the tube itself.” “ Can they even do that here?”Įsperanza sighed while putting her glasses back on. “They’ll do that … that thing they do where they just redirect us around a train.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Well, we can’t be stuck here forever,” he replied. “This is where we’ll be stuck for all eternity.” She removed her thick-framed glasses and began to rub her eyes. His best friend’s head was thrown back over the seat in frustration. Moss could hear the tinny sound of Janelle Monáe as he removed his own earbud. He looked over at Esperanza, who had taken her half of the headphones out from her left ear. “We’re never going to get off this train, I swear.” The train now sat motionless, caught between the Embarcadero station and West Oakland, where both of them were bound. Moss had leaned his bike up against the side of the car and scrambled to claim the spot next to Esperanza. They’d been lucky to find an empty set of seats near one of the doors. The train was crowded, plenty of people eager to get back home at the end of the weekend. Moss had boarded the train in San Francisco that afternoon expecting nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal ride home with his best friend, Esperanza. Lots of them, scattered south of the station in the parking lot, and he couldn’t help himself. Blue and red, flashing in a regular pattern.

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