On the Train Back to New York  

The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels against the tracks was oddly soothing. Outside the window, the scenery blurred a patchwork of snow-covered hills and skeletal trees flickered past under a gray sky.

The train swayed gently, and I leaned my head against the cold glass, letting the chill seep into my skin. 

Our cabin was small but cozy, the four of us tucked into a space that felt more intimate than it should have. Across from me, Maya and Nicole were nestled together, their heads close as they shared a pair of earbuds.

Nicole's hand rested lightly on Maya's knee, and every so often, one of them would giggle softly, like they were in their own little world. 

Zaya sat next to me, her arms crossed over her chest, her brow furrowed as she glared at the couple across from us. I could practically feel the irritation radiating off her. Her foot tapped restlessly against the floor, a subtle but persistent rhythm of frustration.