POV 1: You take the Circular Line in the morning, coffee in hand, with hastened steps and determined to finally speak to the mystery woman on the metro with a certain fall of hair who does not leave your mind. Neither do her Jeans. You probably counted the hours. Even more so since she was not there at her regular spot yesterday. After finishing your coffee, you separate and recycle cup and lid with a fluid, practically automatic motion.
POV 2: You missed the usual metro connection in the morning (again, regretfully) where you were hoping to reencounter the most beautiful business shark on the face of the earth. (Marta. Her name is Marta. And that was her brother on Friday! Also how can her eyes be so Blue?) So you're trying to catch her after work at the station she boards every day except wednesdays. You wait sitting on the platform bench close to the exit, reading source material for your dissertation and looking up at each incoming train, scanning the crowd, hopeful and anxious to see Marta step off.
POV 1, later: You see the incredibly pretty mystery woman with the books across the train tracks on the platform where you usually would step off from work. Are you hallucinating? Very likely, though then she calls out to you and you tell her to wait before the incoming train prevents further immediate communication. In a rush to catch her on the other side lest she board the train, you practically leap up the stairs, nearly cause an accident and then another as you see her at the bottom of the escalator, smile widening. And those 100+ hours you counted have long been forgotten.
Inspired by @mrsdaphnefielding's Metro and Metro: Nuevos Ministerios
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POV: when the fan edits are smoother than the actual fanfic.
