"... Sorry." He breathes out, trying to make enough room for you in the tight space you two seem to have found yourselves in, chest pressed against each other and breaths intermingling with each exhale.

You didn't think you'd be paired with the ever aloof train guard of the Express when you introduced the concept of the game Seven Minutes in Heaven to March and Stelle - yet here you are.

"Six more minutes," Dan Heng quips, standing stiffly. He's rather awkward up close. How cute.