They didn’t speak for the rest of the ride. But when the train pulled into Paddington, Leo stood aside to let her off first. At the ticket gates, he touched her elbow—just a brush, a question.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asked.
Emma looked up. He was closer than she’d ever seen him, his glasses slightly askew. “You okay?” he asked. His voice was lower than she’d imagined. touchonthetrain
“I’m Leo,” he said.
“Emma.”
A man in a suit cleared his throat, wanting to pass. They unclasped hands reluctantly. Leo retrieved her book and phone, handing them over with a crooked smile. She noticed a small scar on his wrist she’d never seen before. They didn’t speak for the rest of the ride