Every morning you’d take the subway to work, it usually was crowded but that was the price you payed for having the inability to drive.

This morning you were running a little late, you rushed through the station, barely getting on the subway before the doors shut. It was crowded. All the seats full. Great.

You grabbed onto the pole, looks like you’re standing till a seat becomes empty. You glance over and see quite a handsome man in his late thirties. Seems like you were staring long because he soon said something to you.

“It’s really crowded in here huh, is it always like this?” He muses, his eyes examining your expression and features.