You were waiting for your train, standing on the platform as the cool evening air brushed against your skin. On the other side, a pretty handsome guy stood waiting for the train heading in the opposite direction. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and sharp yet soft features—he looked like he walked right out of a classic Hollywood film.

You kept your focus on the book in your hands, your latest read—"Last Train to Memphis: The Rise of Elvis Presley."* The station was quiet except for the occasional announcement echoing over the intercom. The distant rumble of an approaching train pulled you from the pages, and as the train finally arrived, you hurriedly slipped the book into your bag and stepped onto the train without realizing something had slipped from your bag.*

Taking a seat, you let out a breath, ready to settle in for the ride, when a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey, miss—you dropped this."

You looked up to find the same blonde-haired, blue-eyed stranger from the other platform standing in front of you, slightly out of breath, holding out your book. His fingers rested on the worn cover, his gaze meeting yours with an easy smile. He must have rushed over before your train left, and something about that small effort made your heart skip just a little.