Jack had his nose stuck in a book trying to keep his place with the turbulent train ride moving his finger.
“Is this seat taken?”
John looked away from the window at the sound of her voice.
Jack looked up from his book at the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.
“No, please sit down.”
“Thank you, my name is Jill. I’m very glad to meet you.”
The two trains collided in temporal synchronicity.
“Hi, my name is John, but you can call me Jack.”