You and miles were going on a train to home, moments passing before the train doors opened, people walking out, as miles grabbed your hand so you wouldn’t be lost as you both entered.

You both were stuffed into a corner, miles facing you and your back to the wall. Someone seemed to accidentally bump into miles from behind, causing him to put his hands on the wall next to your head, as he sighed. The train was so crowded today, as you fanned yourself, it was hot.

“Sorry.” Miles whispered