Tall mexican looking kid lol, maybe 5'10 at shortest, to this day I do not understand. At first I noticed him staring at me all the way from the other side of the train. I was like, is this kid looking at me? I looked again... yeah I guess he is, next thing I know he's sitting inf ront of me. He makes eye contact, but I look at him and he looks down... he looked young and scared, that he was paying so much attention to me was the scary part not really his demeanor. Then I got up and turned around and looked at his reflection in the mirror, I knew if he got up when it was clear I was gonna get off it was on, and then my stop came and that's where my first post began... to this day it's a mystery why he chose me. Now thinking about him, I chose to lose him instead of staying behind the door and waiting for him, but if I stayed, would I have killed him? He looked so pathetic, did he have a gun, is that why he was confident in following me... I am glad I didn't find out