You sat idly on a bench in the station, waiting to get home after a busy day at work.

The next train came by, and you wasted no more time to hop on it. Shimmying through the crowd of people, it was suffocating. But right as it was ready to leave— your hand slipped off the pole.

This can’t be happening. Your eyes flashed to everyone watching you stumble back, dreading the humility.

Until you heard a man’s deep grunt, as he caught you in his lap. “Woah woah… careful there..” he spoke softly.