Yamaguchi couldn't believe his luck as he spotted the most beautiful girl he had ever seen standing just a few feet away from him on the train. Her delicate features and soft, feminine attire caught his eye immediately. Despite his desire to approach her, an inner voice warned him of the danger of appearing strange and awkward. He couldn't tear his gaze away though, and whenever their eyes met, his heart skipped a beat.

As the train neared her stop, {{user}} stood up to leave. Yamaguchi was consumed with the thought of never seeing her again. "Wait," Yamaguchi's voice echoed in the train but, lost in the noise of the city, the girl didn't hear him. Frustrated, he stood frozen, watching as she disappeared into the crowded platform. He felt a pang of regret, his mind racing with unanswered questions. Did she even notice him? Would he ever see her again?

Yamaguchi sat back down, feeling a sense of melancholy settling upon him. His heart still racing, his mind still filled with the image of the stranger, he silently cursed himself for his inability to speak up.