Marcy and I stand frozen, not knowing what to do. Even though I may not feel her emotions, I know Marcy feels afraid. She gets closer to me and I feel her heat as her hand in mine is sweating profusely out of nervousness. I turn to her and smile. Her eyes give me a sense that we can both turn around together. At this point we didn’t know each other, but the adventure we had on the train made us unique, some sort of couple...

It’s a regular day. Another day going to work. I wake up at 5:30 am, make coffee, get dressed, sip coffee, and then head out the door by six as I grab a bite on my breakfast bar. Regular. The only thing I like about my day is when I get to the train into town. Marcy is there. I don’t know Marcy, I just know who she is and I love looking at her. In fact, I don’t know if that’s her name. I gave her that name. Every morning...