You’re the being that lives on public transportation, always hopping from train to bus and back. I saw you twice last week on my morning commute to work, and again last night on the late night bus into town; a ghostly figure with her head resting on the window, staring into the empty sky, like there’s something out there.
You seem cool and I’d like to get to know you. I don’t know if you can actually go anywhere that’s not a bus or train, but if not, I’ll bring the coffee to you. Just name the route and time.