"Is this seat taken?"

"Yeah kind of.... since I'm sitting in it."

"Oh, well yeah."

"You know what, take it. It's yours."

damn him. damn him and his politeness. It was in his nature to act this way but he hated the fact that he had a rather hard time not being polite. Standing up from the seat and slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder, Zachary left his now vacant seat for the young woman who had requested it. He gave her a small smile before realizing exactly what he had done. Apparently at the time he was not thinking of how hard it would be to actually find another seat. Dammit again. Rubbing a hand over his forehead, Zachary's shoulder jerked backward and a large man shoved passed him, knocking his large stomach against his shoulder. "Sorry." Zachary mummbled rubbing his shoulder as he began his search for a vacant seat.

To be quiet honest, he didn't really give a damn who he sat next to. He could have to sit next Death for the rest of the trip but anything was better than having to stand. Adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder, Zachary pulled it over his head, hanging it on his opposite shoulder. The strap crossing over his chest held down the black tie knotted underneath the collar of his blue dress shirt. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his black dress pants as he continued his search. Zachary came upon a would be empty seat if the young girl sitting beside it would find a better place for her bag.

Screw it. "Hey uh... excuse me. Do you think I could sit here, there isn't really, well there isn't any open seats." Zachary asked the young woman referring of course to the seat her bag was occupying. By the looks of it, Zachary wouldn't have been surprised if he received and no from the girl and he kind of figured he would. It was worth a try though. Not usually one to prejudge, Zachary had this weird sense that this girl probably wasn't all that big on having to move her bag for anyone. Not that Zachary considered himself someone you would want to move your bag for anyway.

As the young girl finally seemed to acknowledge him, Zachary watched her as she removed her bag from the seat. With a small nod, he sat himself down, pulling his own bag up on to his lap and sliding the strap off over his head. The bag rested in his lap as he adjusted the tie around his neck, loosening it then tightening it back up again to his collar. Zachary had never been the social one and he really didn't think that a girl moving her bag for him to sit down would change anything about that. Lifting a hand off his bag, Zachary found the back of his neck and massaged it for a few seconds before placing it back down on the bag in his lap. Glancing around, Zachary's eyes took in the people in the compartments around them, they either seemed to be sleeping, reading or talking. Good way to spend time, he supposed.

"Thanks for the seat." Zachary heard himself saying even though he was ninety nine percent sure that he never signaled himself to start talking. He didn't really want to come off as one of those annoying train people who once they sit next to you they become your best friend without your consent. He felt it best if he didn't really say anything at all. Zachary's thumb tapped against his bag, apparently hitting the hardcover book that was inside of the bag and making a soft muffled tapping noise. His other thumb began the same action as he tapped to a beat of a song. Coming to realize how annoying that just might be to someone, He stopped almost immediately.

Lifting a hand and scratching his ear, Zachary glanced over at the girl sitting next to him. Once again without his consent, he found himself beginning to talk. "Zachary." He said blatantly, turning his head to look at the girl and holding out his hand for a formal hand shake. Once again, just the same with the seat, he didn't really expect any type of response of acknowledgment from the girl but, it was worth a try.

Watching and listening as the girl introduced herself as "Rebecca, but I think Becca sounds better", Zachary gave a small nod once she shook his hand. There was something in his mind that wanted him and was urging him to speak up and possibly spark conversation with the girl, but of course something was contradicting and telling him to just stay quiet. Not knowing which one to side with, Zachary casually broke off the handshake and placed his hand back on his bag along with his other. Zachary's eyes searched the train for something, anything actually, that he could make into a conversation with the girl. He didn't quiet know why he was having a hard time with this, he was usually quick with a joke to start up any type of conversation. But his mind was blank and no jokes or ideas came to him, except for those really bad ones that only end up receiving pity laughs.

Exhaling a sigh, Zachary's mouth opened and the first thing that came to his mind spilled out of his mouth. "You'd think that for something of public transportation, they might have the decency to clean it up a bit." There was no ignoring the dirty train around them and certianly no ignoring the awful unidentified smell that eminated from the walls. This was the point in time that Zachary wished he hadn't sided with the 'let's talk to this girl' side of his mind. Zachary's head turned to the right and looked over at "Becca". He gave her a small practically three second smile before glancing around the train once more. He found it strange that this moment brought back the memory of that one girl who had told him his facial expressions were too "expressive" and too odd which she had made quiet clear was the reason why she left her table at the coffee shop and moved to somewhere away from him, facing the other direction.