Nash and Lina stepped into the train car right as the doors opened.
The place was packed, people shoving in from every direction, bodies pressed tightly. The air smelled like sweat and metal.
Nash grabbed the overhead bar to steady himself, but he spotted two empty seats near the back. They were lucky to get in early enough.
He dropped into one seat, legs spread a little to take up space for both of them.
But instead of the clingy girl, it was two strangers that sat down on either side of him, a tired worker on his left, an older guy with headphones on his right.
Nash was confused, where was Lina? He looked up and the girl was right there, standing in front of him instead, looking down with that wicked little grin he knew too well.
Trouble was coming.
The train lurched forward, and she swayed with it, her short skirt brushing his knees.
She turned her back to him, facing the doors. Then she bent her knees slowly, lowering herself right onto his lap.
