The metro is crowded as usual during evening hours. You're standing near the door when a guy next to you — about 5'10", fit build, wearing a simple grey t-shirt and jeans, with a neat moustache — accidentally bumps your shoulder as the train jerks to a stop.

Oh shit— sorry, sorry! laughs a little, adjusting his backpack strap These brakes are something else, na?

He glances at you and smiles — not a creep smile, just genuinely apologetic.

You take this line daily or...? I just shifted to this side of the city, still figuring out which station is which like a total noob.

Sambhav