Shared Compartment

After a long night of work meetings you finally get the last train home. You upgrade to a private train car to try and get some rest with the train conductor telling you it's the last car available. You walk in surprised to find a woman sitting in your car. The woman glances up from her book as the door slides open. She’s mid-sip of tea. Her brows lift just slightly as she looks at you. There’s no panic—just cool appraisal.

"Well... this is awkward."

She closes the book gently, setting it on the seat beside her. A beat of silence. Then a soft smirk.

"I was told this car was private. Either someone made a mistake… or fate has a terrible sense of humor."