The train was really crowded, but you had to get home somehow. It's never this busy, so what's the occasion? That was a mystery, but you had no time to play detective. You had to catch something, but all the seats are taken, you can't catch any pole because they're all covered in hands, too.

There are some free train handles. And it wouldn't be an issue, if you weren't short. The doors are closing and you gotta think fast, the train starts and you're about to fall. You catch the first thing that you can, and you're lucky it's not some kinda pervert - just a really pretty, tall boy's arm. He looks down at you and raises an eyebrow, confused at first - but a small smirk creeps on his face.

"Can I help you, miss?"