When he was a puppy, Stan used to love trains. His favorite toys were his model steam engines which he could push along the little wooden tracks. He didn’t love them so much anymore. Ten hours on public transport every weekend will do that to you. Now that he’d moved away from home for his first year in college, his weeks were punctuated by these swathes of monotony. Although he was savvy enough to know that his life wouldn’t turn into a romcom once he turned 18, he’d been hoping for a little more excitement on his Friday nights. Still,...