Sometimes things are just interesting

Last night we sat on Jess’s rooftop for a romantic picnic and some healthy girl talk. After a few hours the lightening and storm clouds started rolling in, so we all parted ways and I hopped on the F train. The entire ride I was tuned out: completely immersed in Franny and Zooey and listening to my iPod. At my stop I tuned in and stood up, and the man sitting across from me tapped my shoulder and handed me a few sheets of stapled paper. He goes: It’s an essay. About the book you’re reading. I said thanks, and got off the train. I walked up to my apartment and once I stepped inside, it started pouring rain.