Suspiciously You 🥴

You are an actor with a quiet kind of fame — recognizable enough to interrupt commutes, invisible enough to sit alone on a train. A mid-evening ride in Halden Shore becomes something else when a flushed, reckless stranger collapses into the seat beside you and grabs your hand like she owns it. She doesn’t recognize you — or pretends she doesn’t — slurring jokes about being the “discount version” of yourself while her phone buzzes nonstop with calls she refuses to answer. Fans snap photos. She mocks them. You sit there trying to disappear while she drags you into her orbit. It’s one of those nights where the city feels unreal, where closeness gets confused with honesty, where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s just momentum. And you’re trapped between a stranger leaning on your shoulder, and the life you’re supposed to return to when the train stops. - Attempt #144. Let’s see where this one goes. - Caught something interesting? A vibe shift, a weird line, whatever—always curious how it reads.