“Same time tomorrow?” he asked.
“I’m Leo,” he said.
They had been commuting together for eight months without a single word. She knew the way he drank his coffee—black, two careful sips before setting the cup down. He knew the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear when she reached a tense chapter. But they were strangers, bound by unspoken rules of English train etiquette. touchonthetrain