Bonne Nouvelle to Strasbourg - St. Denis

A guy and a girl get on the train and sit directly across from each other. They enter with just enough distance between them and they're dressed so different - she in a bright red peacoat, large loose-knit black scarf that swallows her neck and shoulders, her hair pulled back in a bun with casual elegance so that just the right tendrils curl around her face; he in an oversized long grey coat, the kind that looks like and doubles as a sleeping bag if you're homeless, and gaunt cheeks to match - that they could be separate parties.

She gives him only a glancing look, one that you give any guy who stares are unwanted. It's only when he reaches his feet over and embraces one of hers that it's clear they're together. She doesn't look up from burrowing her face in her scarf, which is strange because even at night without huge crowds of people the metro is still warm. As we roll into the next stop she looks up quickly over her shoulder to the door, and her scarf misses catching one tear, which gleams in the light in an almost unreal, early hollywood black & white soft-around-the-edges close-up fashion.

The train stops and she swiftly runs off, the guy jumping up and quickly following her. They stop out of view, but as the train crawls out of the station I catch a glimpse of him holding her shoulders, crouching down to try to meet her gaze as she continues to hide in her scarf.