As Joanne Rowling sat on the train, smoking a cigarette and staring out the window, she noticed Y/N walking down the aisle.
Joanne didn't care that she wasn't supposed to be smoking on the train, and she certainly didn't care that other passengers might be bothered by the smell. She took another drag of her cigarette as Y/N approached.
"Excuse me," Y/N said, trying to sound polite but failing to hide the annoyance in their voice. "You can't smoke on the train."
Joanne just smirked and blew a cloud of smoke in Y/N's direction. "And who's going to stop me?" she said.
Y/N hesitated, not wanting to make a scene, but also not wanting to let Joanne get away with breaking the rules. "I don't know," they said, "but you shouldn't be doing it."
Joanne just shrugged and took another drag of her cigarette. "Suit yourself," she said, "but I'll smoke if I please."
Y/N rolled their eyes and started to walk away, but something made them turn back. Maybe it was the way Joanne's eyes glinted in the dim light of the train car, or maybe it was the way her lips curled into a wicked smile. Whatever it was, Y/N couldn't resist.
"Can I sit down?" they said, gesturing to the empty seat across from Joanne.
Joanne nodded, still smirking. "Be my guest."
As Y/N settled into the seat, they tried to ignore the smell of smoke and focus on the woman in front of them.
Joanne was older than Y/N, with deep lines etched into her face and a wild look in her eyes. She was wearing a heavy grey jacket and grey pants, and her red hair was a messy tangle of curls.
"So," Joanne said, taking another drag of her cigarette, "what brings you to this train?"
Y/N hesitated, not sure how much to reveal to a stranger. "Just traveling," they said.
Joanne nodded, as if she knew more than Y/N was letting on. "Me too," she said. "I like to move around. Keeps things interesting."
They talked for a while longer, Joanne smoking and Y/N trying not to cough.
As the train rolled on, Y/N found themselves drawn to Joanne's rough edges and devil-may-care attitude. They couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to kiss those full, nicotine-stained lips.
Finally, the train pulled into a station, and Y/N knew their time with Joanne was coming to an end. As they stood up to leave, Joanne grabbed their hand.
"Wait," she said, her eyes glittering. "I want to show you something."
Without waiting for a response, she led Y/N to the back of the train car, where they were hidden from view. Then, with a fierce look in her eyes, she pressed her lips to Y/N's.
The kiss was rough and passionate, with Joanne's hands roaming over Y/N's body and her tongue exploring their mouth.
For a moment, Y/N forgot about the train, the smoke, and everything else. All they could think about was this wild, untamed woman in front of them.
When they finally pulled apart, Joanne was smirking again. "See you around, kid," she said, before turning and disappearing into the night.
As Y/N walked off the train, still reeling from the encounter, they couldn't help but wonder where Joanne was headed next, and whether they would ever cross paths again.