A Second Chance

"What a hectic day! Missing the last train would be the final straw, "Ayla muttered under her breath, her frustration clear. She quickly looked away from the man across from her, whose lust-filled eyes stayed on her for a little too long. Men will always be men, she thought rolling her eyes in disgust.
Her attention caught a few feet ahead, where a tall figure stood, dressed in a camel coat, gripping the handrail for balance. There was something about him that drew her interest. From behind he looked striking, his posture calm and confident. He might give a tough time for Max Miller, I wonder what his face looks like, she thought, her curiosity growing.
Wait! Did I just think Maxx.... a chill ran down her spine. Something about the way he stood, the way his broad shoulders curved slightly was familiar. Unsettlingly familiar. He reminded her of someone she had sworn never to think about again, someone she had spent years trying to forget. Could it really be him? He is the only one I ever said was better than Max. It's not a lie either

Her heart raced, and suddenly, the question of whether her day could get worse hung in the air. Was fate playing another cruel trick on her? Or was this about to become yet another bittersweet chapter in her life?