After a long day at Uni, you’ve had an emergency so you’ve jumped on the quickest train back home or wherever.

At the third stop you look up after a while of reading your book and you notice your teacher that is standing up, leaning against something while reading too.

He looks up and you quickly look down so he doesn’t notice you. As people get off, someone moves from next to you and he quickly catches that spot.

He looks over at what you’re reading and then you feel a breath against your ear and the deepest voice.

“I’d never take you as that type of reader, darling.” He whispers with a smirk before turning back to his book.