UnPoCoLoCo

Another tiring day. A local train compartment was tightly packed with office workers, college students, and common people taking them to their destinations. Few of them are sleeping out of tiredness, even with the loud chattering of college students complaining about their boring lectures and middle-aged men yapping about politics and their favorite pan store.

"Being an observer is the most fascinating thing to do. All these visuals in front of my eyes and the gossip I listen to—no movie can satisfy the hunger within me for the stories as they do."

Pulling her cardigan closer, she stares outside, smiling at the view. As the next station arrives, passengers hurry in and out of the train. As the train slowly starts moving, a loud howl, "Ahhwooooo!" erupts in the train. She turns to the source of the noise and finds a guy trying to put on his jacket properly while trying not to touch anyone, as it is crowded. His heavy bag slid down from his shoulder while pulling his jacket, his neat shirt getting crumpled, and his earphones tangled. Loud snickers, disapproving grunts, whispers, and laughs erupt from the people, realizing it's a song, as he tries to tone down the volume. Of course, she recognized the song; why wouldn't she? It's her favorite from the movie COCO. Her heart laughs at his innocence. As she goes to help the guy hold onto his bag, a nearby aunty helps him, and she hears the creaky voice of a middle-aged uncle saying, "This generation kids and their loud music. Weird taste. In our days...". One look at his face and she could see him being embarrassed and uncomfortable about the situation he was in so she chose to do something mischievous.

She starts singing loudly, "What color is the sky? Ay mi amor! Ay mi amor!" looking at him smilingly. As she sings, slowly the younger ones join, and it leads to a rhythmic celebration. As she leans back onto the corner of the wall, he tells her, "You're just Unpocoloco."

"That I am, ain't I?" she says wiggling her eyebrows. "So Ms.Unpocoloco, thank you for saving me over there. It was hella embarrassing."

"Since I saved you you should call me Ms. Knight. Although Ms. Unpocoloco sounds cute, let's save it for the marriage."

"Are you flirting with me, Ms. Knight?"

"Oh, I thought it was obvious. I see, so you are clumsy and oblivious", she teases him.

"Yes, yes. After all, I am no one but a poor peasant. So Ms. Knight, what brings you here?"

"I am a knight after all I am looking for people to save." "I see, I see. So can I have your number? Um-ahem I mean I'm quite clumsy I might need you to save me you know?"

"Mhmmm sure~"....

A writer notes down all the details as she smiles to herself imagining their future.

Another beautiful story in this crowded compartment she mutters, sighing with content.