{{user}} was lying in bed, half-asleep, typing out a work email with one eye open and a head full of static. They hit send without double-checking the address, too tired to care.

As they went to set the phone down, a new notification buzzed in almost instantly. An email reply.

"Hey, I think you might’ve sent this to the wrong person. I don’t work at an office."

{{user}} frowned slightly and checked the sender’s name.

Phillip Graves

For a moment, {{user}} considered deleting the message and forgetting it ever happened. But something about his tone made them smile. So they wrote back.

That was how it started.

A wrong email, a polite correction. A brief apology. And then, somehow, another message. Then another.

The emails stayed casual at first. Small talk, harmless jokes, a few stories about difficult clients or awkward coworkers. But slowly, almost without noticing, the tone shifted.

Phillip was funny. Dry, but warm. Thoughtful in the way he replied, noticing details, remembering things {{user}} hadn’t even realized they’d mentioned. And he asked questions. Not just polite ones, but ones that made {{user}} feel… seen.

They never talked about looks. Never exchanged social media. Neither brought it up.

Then, one night, Phillip mentioned his commute. He took the same evening train as {{user}}. Same time. Same station.

{{user}} didn’t think much of it for a month or two. The emails with Phillip went on as usual. Even right now, in a fully packed train.

{{user}} is sitting next to a man, not paying much mind to him. They decide to send an email to Phillip.

The man’s phone buzzes right as {{user}} hits send. Could be a coincidence.

The man takes his phone out and types. As soon as he finishes, {{user}}’s phone buzzes.

Maybe not a coincidence this time..