We both sat on the DART.

She had a black plastic bag.

I had a red handbag.

She drank a bottle of water, studied a receipt, and counted up coins and some vouchers.

I stared out the window.

She was wearing a striped navy men's t-shirt and a baggy black rain coat.

I was wearing purple heels and a red jumper dress.

She ran her fingers through her long, curly hair, flicking the strands that came loose on the floor.

My hair was tied back in a bun.

She wore a bracelet with little pictures of religious imagery all around it and a string of green rosary beads.

I wore a heart pendant and a silver bracelet.

She prayed.

I listened to Lady Gaga.

She got off at Kilbarrack.

I got off at Howth Junction.