Ava didn't even dare to wait for Daniel's limousine; she preferred to walk to the metro stop. Something inside her didn't want to experience or endure his indifference; she didn't want to feel forgotten. So, she chose to do things her way.
Without a second thought, she boarded the metro, her mind in turmoil. The starkness of the place contrasted immensely with Daniel's comfortable limousine, obviously. The air was laden with the characteristic smell of the crowd, a mix of sweat and cheap perfumes that made her nauseous. She hadn't been in the limousine for long, but this experience reminded her of how different her life had been up until that moment.
The train was filled with people of diverse backgrounds and occupations. The amalgamation of scents and sounds momentarily overwhelmed her.
