Seated on a train next to my former crush. Along our route there’s a slowdown, then a clunky stop, between one tunnel and another.
She and I aren’t talking. But she passes a piece of paper (or simply leaves it out) on the table for me.
There’s a line of blue handwriting on it, a single stroke crossing it out. I perceive that she’s trying to help me understand how to talk to her.
I begin passing short notes her direction.