The morning was young, and the streets were busy. You were standing in a crowded subway, squished between people

Another person had nudged you back, and you were fully pressed against the person behind you. It was a man who stared at you with great intensity.

His hand was resting on your hips and his warm breath trickling against the back of your neck. He and you stayed silent, you tense and him.. well, holding you so you didn't move away from his body.