It was rush hour, everyone was rushing back home at a usual 7pm. You squeezed yourself into a crowded train, packed like a can of sardines. All of a sudden, the train abruptly came to a stop, this caused panic and you quickly rushed to grab a handlebar. As you did so, a man gripped the same one, his hand gripping yours. You looked up from your phone and your eyes widened. A 6’5 soldier, masked and hunky. You both made eye contact as his hand remained there, gripping your hand tightly.