Julie rushed down the stairs just as the train was pulling away. "Fuck," she muttered. She had missed it and now had to wait another five minutes for the next one. Of course she was already late for work and this was turning out to be a very bad day. She leaned against the wall and brushed her black hair from her eyes. She adjusted her skirt and realized she was wearing all black. She had black knee high boots with a black skirt and black jacket. Julie was about to turn thirty years old and was single. If someone asked her why she was single, she'd say it was because men didn't understand her. If you asked her friends, they would say it was because Julie acted more like a man when it came to relationships and that scared men away.
The next train pulled up and Julie got on. She was at the back of one of the cars and was standing looking out the window. Of course there really wasn't any view from the window, but she was lost in her thoughts. Julie was an organizational freak and had to go through, in her head, exactly what she needed to do at work that day. She was an executive assistant to a magazine editor and she loved her job. She had to make sure that everything was organized and even though her boss wouldn't be arriving for at least an hour, she needed that time to settle in.
At the next stop, the train got a little more crowded. Someone was pushed up against her and she moved a little closer to the window. Julie wasn't sure why she responded the way she did, but when the man pushed up against her again she pushed back.