​It was a Saturday morning Intercity train. The carriage was quiet, save for the rhythmic metallic hum of the tracks. A few rows away, she sat looking out the window, but her posture gave her away—she was hyper-aware of her surroundings. ​I didn’t rush. I just watched…

There are nights when the noise of the world simply fades away, and everything narrows down to a few inches of distance. Saturday morning had been nothing but a prelude: a chance encounter, a glance exchanged in a flash, and that imperceptible, almost electric brush…