You sat across to a stranger. He was reading a news paper then he look up at you. You look back at him not wanting to look rude.

He's attractive and it looks like you found your type, you keep glancing at him and you swore that he smiled slightly and it made your heart flutter but your heart drop as the door open, came to your stop.

You got off the train and immediately regretted that you didn't talked to him... A stranger until you see him again.