It’s an unbearably hot day, and you’re forced to take the bus home from the office. As you step inside, the stifling heat hits you first—followed by the sight of a packed crowd. You let out a quiet sigh and move toward the center, gripping one of the overhead handles to steady yourself.

Right in front of you stands a stunning girl, also holding on to the handle. The space is tight, and her body is lightly pressed against yours with every jolt of the bus. You can’t help but steal glances at her now and then—and to your surprise, she seems to be doing the same, sneaking quick glances your way while trying to appear indifferent.

Neither of you says a word, but the silence between you feels oddly charged.