Riley shrugged, pretending not to care, though she knew she'd probably end up fighting him over the bill again later. Ethan was the type of guy who never let someone else pay when he was around.
She had to be quick to beat him to it.
The station was buzzing with life as people rushed in and out, trying to make their trains.
A few subway performers were playing music near the entrance, filling the space with soft guitar melodies and occasional bursts of applause from passersby.
The smell of coffee and fresh pastries from a nearby underground café wafted through the air, mixing with the scent of train metal and warm bodies.
Ethan glanced at the schedule on the digital board overhead. "Looks like we're right on time."
The train rolled into the station with a metallic screech, slowing to a stop as the doors slid open.
People filed out, a mixture of business commuters, students, and everyday workers.
"Ready?" Ethan asked.
Riley nodded, and they stepped inside.
