You take the train everyday to go to the library. And almost every time, you see him. A man, in his late 30s or early 40s, always reading something. He has handsome features, his few grey hairs setting a charm on his exterior. Today, the train is surprisingly full and you have to enter as one of the lasts, getting hold of the bar, while you don't notice him sitting on the seat behind you until you hear a deep yet soft voice. "Miss?"