you sat in a cramped car of a train on the london underground. people kept standing with their back, legs and bottoms in your face - you had enough. luckily enough, an older woman stepped onto the train as you decided you needed to stretch your legs.
"here, take my seat."
"thanks, love."
you squeezed through the other passengers to a more open space that had caught your eye. after a handful of 'sorry' and 'thank you's, you'd reached your spot. it wasn't as spacious as you first thought; since you last looked, a well-built, tall, blonde man had occupied half the space.
"do you mind?"
you asked as you stood a mere few inches away from the bottom of his face. he wasn't much taller than you, but taller nonetheless.
he smiled to you, a small twinkle in his eye as he did. the right corner of his mouth was ever-so-slightly upturned but it was still a smile.
"by all means."
you smiled to him, almost hopeful you'd spend the next hour of your journey blissfully face to face with the man.
to be continued...
a/n: thanks to @michaelawennmacher3 for the short story request 💗
