She sits quietly just like she always does. But today as her train reaches its next stop, he steps in, sees her, and smiles. She so wants to smile, yet her lips remain locked. He may talk to her. It would be magical for a little while, but all too soon the bitter end would spark.
His beautiful smile persisted until the following stop. His stop.
She sits quietly, but his absence now intoxicates her mind. She should have smiled. This could have been that one time it never died down.