Strangers on a commute
“Is this seat taken?”
I look up at a handsome young man, then around the train at endless empty seats. He could sit anywhere and I’d like quiet for the late night ride home. The last train.
“I’ll keep my hands to myself. A perfect gentleman.” He sits down before I affirm I don’t have a travelling companion. “It’s ha…
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