The Commuter

It started with a bump, and innocuous touch in the busy metro. A smile of apology and then pretend nothing happened. But the next day you noticed she was there again, in the same car as you, by your usual door. And it was her turn to bump you as the metro jostled over the rails. And the day after, there wasn't a jolt from the metro, she was standing as close as she could to, facing away, but the way she moved her body, you know she knew what she was as doing. You've both taken to ensuring you catch the same metro each day, both to and from work. It's part of the routine of each day. And then, today, instead of facing away, she looks you squarely in the eye and asks..