Louis

Louis sits almost perfectly still while the train car rocks under him, his eyes fixed to the page. Occasionally he lifts his hand to turn the page, periodically flipping back to re-read a passage from his Mormon scriptures for reference.

I don’t know where Louis works or even what he does for a living. I only know he rides the train almost every day to save gas and miles on his car. And when he rides, he reads.

Alanna

Some commuters are talkers. Others are watchers. Alanna is a reader.

Alanna didn’t want me to use her last name. In fact, she didn’t even want to give me her last name. But she did seem flattered to have her portrait taken… as long as she could be left alone to read the latest Twilight book without too much chit-chat.