Train Ride

The smooth, barely imperceptible, whisper-quiet humming of the train reverberated in Ha-na's mind as she stared up at Ji-hoon. She was settled on a seat directly opposite him, who stood, holding onto a handrail.

The train was cramped – not a single space to turn – and Ha-na smothered another laugh that arose in her throat as she watched Ji-hoon wiggle uncomfortably.

"You look a sight, fussing like that," she stated, putting a hand over her mouth as Ji-hoon struggled to hide his disgust and discomfort.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Laugh all you want. You did this on purpose to punish me, didn't you?"

She grinned wider, her eyes sparking with impish mirth. "You have to agree – it's a nice payback for putting me on the spot like that at the auditorium."

Ji-hoon muttered a barrage of incomprehensible words that Ha-na mused would be profanities for their non-palatable, crowded situation, and that only increased her amusement.