Albedo had reached the train just in time—a hurried sweat, a hasted pant as he looked around, clutching the safe hold as he scanned relief from the ache in his legs; peeking through the crowd.

That's when he saw you, a split second of eye contact took a single pulse of his heart causing him confusion, curiosity. He looked away.

Why did he feel this way?

It was all there was to it, he thought—that was before he couldn't help but steal another glance; curious, captivated.