Peter Parker hadn't expected to meet the love of his life at 17. Much less - at a train station. He'd sat down beside you, in your red nike high-tops. You'd pulled your headphones out and you two started talking. You were funny, you were charming and you were also unbelievably beautiful. But before he could ask your name, a train pulled up and you said goodbye before getting on. He watched as it pulled away, the pixelated screen blaring 'NEXT STOP: BROOKLYN.'