She met him on the train. His smile left a black stain on her heart. She clutched her wrist in worry, then slowly waved at him. He smiled again and waved back. To her he was the definition of perfect, sharp jawline, soft hair. His facial hair groomed neatly, his suit had not one wrinkle and was folded in the right spots. She looked down at her phone and sighed. The people around her seemed like mindless zombies on their devices, everyone except him he was different. Like slaves to there technology, there hardly brainless. She giggled stupidly and looked up at the ceiling of the train. She shakes her head and taps her feet nervously as she feels him staring at her. A loud grumble and then a hiss was heard. The train stopped and he disappeared.
