Author's Note: Before I start, let me just say that I don't really know all that much about the Suicide Girls or the website. I mean, I know the basics. I've never paid to see what all is on the site, and I've never been a model for it nor known anyone who was a model for it, so if you know more about it than I do, please bear with me. This is just fluffy fiction because I have a crush on Adam, and I really think he deserves to get a little action now and then. :D
Adam and the Suicide Girl Chapter One: First Impressions

"Good book?" asked a light, female voice from somewhere above him.

Adam blinked then looked up from his book to see a short, plaid miniskirt and fishnet stockings that disappeared into sturdy black boots, the likes of which were more likely to be seen on soldiers attacking a beachhead than on a young woman with legs like the ones he was seeing. Pushing his luck, he let his gaze wander back upwards and took in the bright red suspenders, the cropped white t-shirt, and the Marvin the Martian tattoo poking just above the waistband on her right hip. Adam gulped, then looked back down at his book. She's not talking to me. There's no way in the world that a girl with a body like that is talking to me. No girl in fishnet stockings and tattoos would be interested in a book about math and linguistics and artificial intelligence.

Suddenly, one of the large black boots he'd just glimpsed in his quick scan ahead of him lifted itself from the floor of the subway and inserted itself between his thighs to rest on the seat. Adam gulped again. Oh god. She's going to kill me. He risked a glance upwards, this time looking high enough to see her face, but his gaze was blocked by an open book. GEB proclaimed the front cover. Godel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid. She was reading the same book he was.

"Whoa," he whispered.

"Whoops! Am I flashing the beav again?" the girl asked, moving one hand from her book and using it to hold her skirt down. "Sorry about that."

Flashing the… "What?" Adam asked, thoroughly confused.

The book snapped closed and disappeared into a messenger bag that the mystery girl had slung over her torso and hanging off her back. The boot made its way back down to the floor and Adam followed it with his eyes, still trying to process this strange meeting.

"It's been nice chatting with you," came the voice again. He looked up quickly, but she was turning away from him, and all he could see was a shock of bright pink hair embedded in a mane of black. "This is my stop, but maybe I'll see you here again, sometime." Her head turned back to look at him over her shoulder and he saw a flash of green eye, heavy with makeup and topped by a ring in its eyebrow. "Like tomorrow?"

All he could do was nod mutely watch as she laughed and exited the train.

What just happened?

Eve chuckled to herself as she left the train and headed to campus. What is it with me and the shy ones, anyway? Shaking her head, she waved to Dave, who was manning the coffee cart, as per usual. They do look really cute when they're shocked, though. That's probably it. She slipped Dave a $5 and grabbed her usual soy Chai latte and bagel with cream cheese, continuing on her way to her Cognitive Science lecture with barely a pause in her step. She bit her lip as she smiled at the memory of the look on his face when her boot got dangerously close to his ... personal space.

"Well, we'll just see what happens tomorrow, won't we?" she whispered to herself before pushing open the classroom door and greeting her friends.