“Wow. Okay. You know what? Maybe you just need to relax a little. It’s a train, not a spa.” She pulled her earphone back in and turned away, already done with the conversation. Daniel sat frozen, heat rising behind his ears.
The embarrassment came fast and merciless—not because he’d overreacted, but because she had made it look like he had. And now… Now came the glances. He felt them like spotlights on his back—subtle at first, then one by one: a man peeking over the top of his book, a woman two rows down pausing mid-keystroke.