There was just one thing the train driver loved more than driving trains, and to be fair it wasn't as much of a thing as it was a man. An adorably infuriating man he spent most of his day with, and yet barely got to see at all; until the last train of the day reached its final destination, and he announced the station over the intercom.
Then it was just the two of them, train driver and train manager, in the privacy of their little flat. Which happened to face the railway – they were both old romantics after all.