The train was delayed, and I paced the platform, glancing at the clock every few seconds.

“You’re going to wear out the concrete,” someone teased.

I turned to see a guy leaning casually against a pillar, his coat slung over his shoulder. His smile was easy, but his dark eyes were intense as they held mine.

“Better than just standing around,” I shot back, but I couldn’t stop the grin that crept onto my face.

He walked over, closing the distance between us. “Where are you headed?” he asked, his tone casual but curious.

We fell into conversation, and before I knew it, the train arrived. We sat next to each other, the hum of the engine fading as we talked about everything and nothing.

At one point, the train hit a curve, and I leaned into him by accident. His hand steadied me, but he didn’t pull away.

When his stop came, he stood but hesitated, looking down at me. “I’m about to do something crazy,” he said, his voice low.

Before I could ask what he meant, he leaned down and kissed me—soft and fleeting, but enough to leave me breathless.

“That was for luck,” he said with a grin as the doors opened. “And for next time.”