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Don walked off of the subway platform and onto the train. It was late and he was ready to go home to his empty apartment. There was leftover pizza in the refrigerator that he planned to dive into. He glanced at his watch. It was close to eleven. There were a couple other people on the train. Don noticed the girl who was always on the same train with him. She was there when he got on, and then was still there when he got off. He sat down a few seats away from her on the other side of the train. He turned his iPod on and leaned his head back.

Every once in a while Don would open his eyes and look at the woman across from him. She was reading with her iPod on as well. She would highlight a line or two then read. Sometimes she would scribble down notes in her book. Don couldn't take it anymore; he had to talk to her. He moved over a couple seats so that he was across from her.

He was looking at her with a smile. She looked up at him with a confused look then back down, and finally back at him. She pulled an earbud from her ear.

"Are we going to have a staring contest?" she asked with a smile.

Don crossed his arms on his chest. "If you'd like to, we can."

She smirked then turned off her iPod. She leaned forward and extended her hand to him. "I'm Jordan."

"Don. It's nice to meet you," he replied as he shook her hand. "So, Jordan, I see you on this train late every night, what's your story?"

"My story? I don't think this train ride is long enough."

"The highlights then."

"I, uh, go to school at NYU. I'm a Teacher's Assistant during the day and at night I'm a hostess at Stanton Social in the Lower East Side." She leaned back and pulled her sweater tight to her.

"So, when do you go to school then?"

"I do a lot online, and Monday and Tuesday I don't teach so I go to class then. In May I graduate with a Bachelor's then I will get a real job as a teacher."

"Wow, I'm sure that's gonna feel pretty good."

"I really can't wait. So, what about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a Homicide Detective."

"That sounds exciting. I'm sure you're busy in this big city."

"Yeah, I don't get much sleep. But I guess you could call it exciting. Every once in a while, though, you get one of those cases that makes you question why you do what you do." He shook his head. "I don't really know why I told you that."

"I have that effect sometimes. I will take your confessions and secrets and lock them away, I promise."

He smiled at her for a moment. "I wanted to ask if I could take you to dinner some time, but you might just be too busy."

"I think I could fit in dinner. A girl's gotta eat some time." She scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Call me and we'll make plans."

"I'll do that." Don looked up at the approaching street. "This is my stop. I'll see you soon."