He rolled his eyes. "I'm just saying, people are always moving. You either keep up or get left behind."
Riley tilted her head, considering his words. "I guess that's true."
The train suddenly hit a rough patch of tracks, shaking violently for a few seconds.
A few people yelped in surprise, gripping their seats. Riley instinctively grabbed onto Ethan's arm, eyes wide.
"What the hell was that?" she muttered.
"Probably just the train tracks shifting," Ethan replied, though he kept his grip on the armrest firm.
"They should fix that," she grumbled, slowly releasing his arm.
The train eventually steadied, but the movement remained slightly erratic.
It wasn't the smoothest ride Ethan had been on, but it was manageable.
Across from them, an older man chuckled as he folded his newspaper. "First time riding this train?" he asked.
Riley nodded. "Yeah, is it always this rough?"
