closed for: @callmewhenyougetthis muses: viktor french (verse 2) & nell fontanilla setting: close to 9pm in san francisco, on Bay Area Rapid Transit train connection: strangers
“hey! wow, it’s good to see you!” viktor called out as he approached the woman down the aisle of the train car. “it’s been some time. how ya been?” he maintained a toothy grin as he took a seat beside her. he leaned in and lowered his voice to a whisper, just loud enough to not be drowned out by the noises of the grinding rails. “i hope you don’t mind, but,” he shot his eyes to the group of teens down the aisle, “those kids are up to no good, and i think you’re the target. a young lady such as yourself shouldn’t be riding BART alone this late at night.”










