It's routine. Walk. Tube. Walk. Uni.
It's always the same time. It's always the same seat at the tube. It's always the same playlist.
People might hate it. She likes it.
She knows how to play her routine. No anxiety, no tension, no planning ahead. It just flows around her while she sings along to the music coming through her headphones. It's easy.
Until is not.
Until this girl on skater skirts and dark lipsticks comes into her routine. Her seat. Her tube. Her time.
She chews this expensive brand of toffees and folds and unfolds the wrappers into little ships. Fold, fold, fold, fold, paper ship, unfold, unfold, unfold, nothing. Then she comes back again.
It pisses her.
She is in her time, her tube, her seat and it's easy. But not for her. And it was.