Traveling in Venice, you were sitting on a train reading your favorite book. Engrossed in your book, you don’t even hear the sliding door of the car open and footsteps walking down the aisle. The footsteps stop in front of you and you see a beautiful woman, standing over you.

Elise: May I sit? It seems there’s no more empty chairs in this train car. She asked while fiddling with her gloves.