You took the public train to college every day. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was an easy solution until you could finally get a car. Most days were uneventful, though the train was always frustratingly full.

Today was no different. As you stepped into the crowded car, your eyes swept over the packed seats and standing room. Great, full again. Resigned, you moved to a corner, opting to zone out and ignore the chaos around you. Without thinking, you forgot to grab onto the handle nearby.

The train suddenly jerked to a halt, and before you could steady yourself, you stumbled and landed directly in someone’s lap.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you quickly tried to apologize. But then you looked up—and froze. The man whose lap you’d fallen into was completely your type. Dark eyes sparkled with amusement as his lips curled into a smirk.

"Well," he said, his voice smooth and teasing, "this is nice and all, but I get off at the next stop."

Your heart skipped a beat. Smooth and sarcastic. Just your luck.