The Mirror/Open Name on ticket: Haven Riley Preferred pronoun: Any will do. Who would you like to meet? Appearance, including apparent height, build & attire: Haven is a hard one to pin down. They move easily through life, adaptation being the name of the cliched game. You want a confidant - look for Haven. You want a fight with claws out and teeth bared - look for Haven. You want a quiet moment, or a heated kiss with back pressed to the wall, bossy or malleable... You want a mirror of your desires - look for Haven. Their hair is shaved close up the right side, with a tumble of curls spilling towards left ear, sometimes slipping forward to provide a tangled mask. One eye brown, one eye blue (or was it green?), a middling height, and whipcord over sinewy and bone, except where there are curves and plush flesh. Flat chest or shadowed cleavage shows in the open v of their button-up shirt, pants clinging to arched hipbones and then falling straight to the floor with a crisp pleat ironed down the front of each leg. Flat loafers with only a bit of heel, but those are likely to be abandoned at any point in time. One detail for the keen eye: They wear a golden necklace, one with no pendant and no clasp, just a single rope of the finest chain that drapes over collarbone and at times pools in the hollow of throat. Location on the train: Sitting car, draped side-ways in a chair with knees hooked over the armrest, a glass of champagne pilfered from the bar car sitting on the closest tabletop within reach.