There he sat, reading the newspaper with his pretty green eyes focused on the tiny words on the neatly folded paper.

The beautiful man caught your eyes, in the early morning glued to the seat with his messy black hair and soft expression.

As you stared, waiting for your stop, you could've sworn time paused as he glanced at you with a smile. He looked so ethereal. But before you could react, you were already off the train.

' A stranger until I see him again, see him again. '