“That’s why I hate people.” John’s voice was dry with annoyance as the train filled with more passengers. You chuckled softly, even though you barely had room to stand. The aisle was completely packed, the air stuffy, the windows fogged up from the rain outside.

Price stood right next to you, one hand propped up against the handrail above your head, so no one would be pushed against you. Almost like a small protective wall. “You’re only in a bad mood because someone bumped into you earlier.”

