There wasn't much to admire, just darkness. The train rumbled steadily through the darkness, its lights cutting a warm glow across the cold and empty landscape outside. Inside the softly lit cabin, most passengers were sleep or lost in the pages of a book. Only the gentle hum of the wheels on the tracks broke the steady silence.

You liked it though, travelling at night in the quiet of a train. Yet, this time was different. The stranger in front of you had a book open on his legs but kept looking outside the window. One would wonder why since there's nothing to be seen. After one hour though, you could've sworn you picked up on his mannerism, and it was clear that he turned each time a thought popped up.

In the quiet of the midnight train, it felt like you two were the only souls in the world, linked by fate but only for a fleeting moment. At first, it was just a shared glance—a brief, accidental meeting of eyes in the dim light. But as the clock slowly ticked on, it was clear both of you wanted to say something.

Then, as if a superior entity decided to nudge both of you, his book drops from his lap and you instinctively reach out to grab it before it touches the floor.