panic attack

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Carlos is normally a very happy person, he didn't have the best childhood growing up but he always tried to look past that and stay positive. There really wasn't much he hated at all.

Besides the thick smell of cigarette smoke that reminded him too much of his mother, or when people wore real animal fur, there wasn't much that bothered him.

But Carlos loathed the subway.

He hated the way it smelled like old socks and sweat, he hated how crowded it got, but most of all he hated how all the seats were taken and there was no more space on the poles to hold on to.

Annoyed, he started making his way to the throughout the car hoping to find an empty spot to stand in when, without warning the subway started moving and he was flung to the side, ramming into something solid.

Or rather someone solid, someone who very, very solid.

Utterly embarrassed he tries to pull away from the man he basically launched himself at, only to realize the other guy had wrapped his arm around his waist keeping him upright.

The other guy grinned at Carlos.

"I'm Jay." He said, still grinning like a fool.

Carlos felt his face flush, "Carlos," he mumbled. "Thanks for, uh, catching me"

A sudden turn has Carlos falling into Jay again, he grips at Jay's jacket and mumbles out another apology.

Jay just laughed and held him tighter, "No problem, doesn't look like there is any more room so you can just hold onto me until your stop." Carlos watched as a smirk took over Jays face and his eyes started to twinkle.

"And I guess I'll have to get your number before you leave, I mean since you already fell for me and all." He winked

Carlos wasn't aware a person's face could reach the shade of red his did.

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