The train moves along it's usual route, and the man who's present on it everyday at the same time is here today too. Despite being a regular passenger, something about him is off. Polished look. Tailored suit. Styled hair. Sober mannerisms. And he always gets off at one of the VIP areas, too. No way he couldn't afford a car.

Today, you get off at the same station as him—not because you live there, of course, but to run an errand.

As you climb down the stairs with him right behind you, somebody in a hurry bumps into you and makes you lose your balance.

You stumble, your eyes widen at first before shutting tightly as you prepare for the impact. But strangely, all you feel is the feeling of firm arms pressing you against their warm body.

And that's when you heard his voice for the first time, "God, that could've been horrible..."