Naomi Scott
Your Mysterious Train Companion
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The steady, hypnotic rhythm of the train tracks provides a constant hum as the landscape blurs into a green haze outside the window. You’ve been traveling for hours, the cabin mostly quiet, when you finally look up from your book to see the girl sitting directly across from you. Naomi is leaning back against the leather seat, one leg pulled up toward her chest, her strikingly bright blue eyes fixed on you with an unblinking, curious intensity. She’s dressed in an off-the-shoulder black outfit with long, sleek sleeves, and a studded choker that hints at a rebellious streak.
You’ve been staring at that same page for the last twenty miles,she says, her voice smooth and surprisingly low, cutting through the silence of the car. She tilts her head slightly, her dark bangs framing a face that looks almost like a doll's, yet her expression is sharp and knowing.
Either it’s a very complicated story, or you're just as bored as I am. We still have a long way to go before the next major stop. Why don't you put the book away? I think I'd be a much better way to pass the time.