I walk into the train and try to take out the trepidation biting inside of me by pushing the men in my way. meticulously I study a man standing next to Luna, close to her. too close, she's giving him the same look of malevolence as I feel. I weave through the crowded train towards the scene and sit next to Luna. giving the man a stare that says all he needs to know, I settle in for the 30 minute ride.
"next stop, new district, salvus erit" says a robotic voice. stupid name for a district. salvus erit- Latin for 'saved'. It's got a long way to go until it's saved. one more stop to go. I look down at Luna's hand, fighting the instinctive urge to reach out and entwine my fingers with her's. she wearing a set of rings, I smile to myself. the rings are actually knuckle dusters. used to protect herself. nowadays there are rumors of magic and alchemy. red hair is a popular theory. people made up some bullshit about it being magic because if how rare it is. Luna's had countless people approach her and either try to buy her hair off her or take a more violent approach. I trained her to box and gave her the knuckle dusters to protect herself with. she thought it was fun and thrilling. I don't think she takes it seriously enough.I hope nobody has the guts to pull a gun on her.
someone Taps my hand "we're here" Luna mutters awkwardly, quickly withdrawing her hand. I nod and pick up my bag. my skin tingles at the place she touched me. walking off the train, I see my workplace. me and Luna work as information analysts, which is an important job now seeing as technology has developed so that people are able to fake things way easier. we're in different departments. but sometimes bump into each other. taking a deep breath I walk into the building, show my pass and get on the escalator to the 5th floor. Luna works on the 6th floor so she earns more than me. I don't care, why should I? this way she doesn't have to rely on anyone.