He left the club early by his own standards, he didn't care for the company anymore. Roman knew that the women around him didn't really like him, but his reputation, his wealth. He now owned a very successful software company, it made profit ever since his first idea. He stood outside the club enjoying the breeze, it was refreshing, unlike so many other things in his life. He wondered what exactly it was he was looking for, he had money, he was good looking, he could practically have any girl in the club. He wasn't sure what was missing but decided that he needs a change in his life, with that he continued enjoying the fresh air. The silent enjoyment was broken by a high pitched yell "Hey Roman!", he looked, some girl he had talked to earlier was walking towards him, "where are you going baby?" she asked. He ignored her coldly, lighting a cigaret and walked away. He thought about taking his car, but decided to keep walking in the refreshing breeze and see where the night takes him.
Roman approached the subway station and thought about taking the train, he took a look at his attire and decided that the jeans and white jacket didn't look too flashy, he didn't want to get mugged. He walked down the stairs and the fresh breeze turned into the well known musty subway air, a couple of drunk kids bumped into him on the way down, they were laughing and enjoying themselves, their careless attitude made him smile, remembering when he was like that. The platform was almost empty except a slender looking figure at the far end of the platform, it was a young woman. The train arrived and came to a stop, Roman entered an empty compartment, it smelled like someone had thrown up somewhere, "kids" he thought to himself. He walked to the next compartment, struggling a bit to maintain his balance, but felt a sense of determination, he was trying to find the young woman he saw on the platform. Inside the next compartment, he walked past a few people and saw the blonde girl sitting with her back towards him, she was sitting alone, Roman couldn't help but smile a bit. He sat down in front of her, leaning his head against the window, looking at her reflection in the window, she was reading a book. He knew it would take the train a while to reach the next station and thought he would just sit and wait for a bit.