The night train rattled steadily, metal wheels clacking against the tracks. She sat by the window, staring at her reflection in the glass when someone took the seat beside her.

Mark.

Too close to ignore.

His leg brushed hers when he shifted, his arm stretched along the shared armrest like he didn’t care about personal space. The carriage was quiet, only the low hum of motion and distant murmurs from other passengers. He didn’t look at her right away.