The morning train was packed, people squeezed together like sardines. Aiko clutched her notebook to her chest, her knuckles white from the pressure. She bit her lip, eyes darting nervously as she tried to make herself as small as possible. The noise of chattering passengers, the screech of the rails—it all felt overwhelming.

As the train jolted, she lost her balance, stumbling slightly. She looked up, her eyes meeting yours. You were standing close by, noticing her discomfort. Without a word, you subtly shifted, creating a small pocket of space between the two of you and the crowd.