I stand on the platform at Picailly station in the August heat, bored out of my mind. The train is five minutes late already and I have a three hour train ride back to London to look forward to. A tall, dark haired man rushes up, looking like he thought he'd missed the train and a ten pound note falls out of his pocket and flutters to the pavement. Without thinking twice, I pick it up and tap him on the shoulder.

"'Scuse me," I say, "I think you dropped this." He turns around and he's gorgeous. This is the boy I'm gonna marry is the first thought that runs through my head, closely followed by fucking hell he's tall.

"Oh thanks! It must've fallen out of my pocket," he says with a smile. "Hey, is that an American accent?" I nod and smile shyly at him.

"I'm originally from Wisconsin."

"That's awesome! What brings you across the pond, then?"

"I'm actually studying biomedical science at the University of London." He looks genuinely surprised as our train comes, and we continue our conversation as we get on.

"Wow, I'm impressed! It's kind of embarrassing but I dropped out of uni. I just wasn't interested in law." We naturally sit next to each other and it surprisingly doesn't feel awkward.

"But law is boring. I don't blame you." He starts to say something, but stops himself, staring at my pink Muse tank top instead.

"You like Muse?" I chuckle a bit.

"They've only been my favorite band since I was seven years old!" He grabs my hand excitedly, but when he realizes what happened, blushes and drops it. Butterflies break out in my stomach, his hands are warm and soft, but I keep it cool on the outside.

"Sorry. You know, I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Dan Howell."

"Sarah Marshall." We shake hands in true British fashion and share a look before starting to talk at the same time.

"Have you ever seen them live?"

"Favorite album?" We burst out laughing. It's funny how one band can turn complete strangers into immediate best friends.

"You first," I say, catching my breath.

"Okay. Ever seen them live?" He asks.

"When I was twelve, it was my first 'real' concert, and I almost died of happiness. Then again at fifteen, or my seventeenth birthday and just last year when I was nineteen."

"Nice! I've seen them five times and they just keep getting better and better." At this point I realize I had started to bounce in my seat and try to force myself to stop. "Anyways, what was your question?"

"Favorite album?"

"Origin of Symmetry, hands down." I give him a look of approval because Origin of Symmetry is quite fantastic. "What about you?"

"Black Holes and Revelations, definitely."
"While I do agree that Black Holes is brilliant, nothing can compare to the sheer awesomeness of Origin."

"I disagree. Black Holes has some of their best tracks. Assassin. Hoodoo. Knights of Cydonia. Supermassive Black Hole. Map of the Problematique."

"Yeah, but what about Space Dementia? Hyper Music? Darkshines? Citizen Erased? Screenager?"

"While those are all wonderful songs, nothing can replace Supermassive Black Hole in my heart. When I was little, I'd listen to it repeat so much that it had over 2500 plays on iTunes, plus the additional one to two thousand on my iPod."

"That's a bit extreme."
"I was a passionate child."

We discuss Muse among other things for the rest of the ride, time seeming to stop.

"Hey, I have an extra ticket for the September 6th show if you wanna come…" he says as we exit the train.

"I'd love to!" I say, fangirling internally.

"Great, so um, why don't we exchange numbers and I'll call you?" We put each our numbers into each other's phones and head to our respective flats which are only about three blocks from each other, and I hope he felt the same nervous excitement that I did on the platform.

*Dan's POV*

I walk into the flat that I share with Phil and throw myself onto the couch next to him, grinning like an idiot.

"Hey! How was Manchester?" He asks, looking up from the video he was editing.

"It was fine," I say, slipping an arm around his shoulders. "But listen, I may have told my new friend Sarah that we have an extra ticket for Muse on the sixth…"

"We don't have an… Ohhh. Hey! That's rude!" I stand up and mess up his hair.

"Sorry mate, she's hot." I make my way to my room, then turn to yell over my shoulder, "But thanks! I owe you one!"
"Damn right you do!"