A thousand thoughts were buzzing and fleeting in his head as he stood on the down-riding escalator, smiling stupidly at the girl who used to be his girlfriend. She stared back at him, amused, and pouted her lips before spreading it into a grin.

"May I?" Unsure, he asked.

"May you what?" It was a rhetorical question.

He smiled and moved forward, giving her a quick peck on her lips, like how he'd done so many times before. He pulled out of the kiss just as a wave of nostalgia threatened to overcome him. Beside, the train bringing him home rumbled noisily as it started to leave the station. He smiled to himself, more out of pain then actual joy- she had turned down his request to send her home, asking to be left alone to her thoughts. Although he had told her he understood, there was little he could do to stop the flood of doubts that washed over him.

The train station was quiet for a saturday night, but he hardly noticed that as they strolled down the lane to front doors of her train bay. Another stolen glance at her added to the hundreds he already did.

She turned slowly as they reached the head end of the bay and looked into his eyes , her own shining hazel in the yellow lights.

"Do you wanna kiss me?" A question this time. He had saw it coming, somehow, but he still didn't have the answer.

"Perhaps."The boy said. Then shook his head slowly, slightly. "Someday."

"Perhaps." She repeated.

"Someday" He answered her question.

* * *

Suburban air was at its worse in the evenings. The stench was overwhelming, a myriad of sweat, day-old colognes, flowery perfumes and with whatever bits and pieces of the picked-up-along-the-ways. It doesn’t get any better when tired people gets onboard trains and have no decency enough not to blare- their underarms, at the world. Niki rolled her eyes as another man cluttered into the already tuna-packed train and pressed his back against her bare arms. She muttered a soft curse and squeezed tightly into the arms of her boyfriend.

They’d only just met a couple of weeks ago at Zouk when a close friend decided to celebrate her birthday. Wayne was suave to say the least; he had the laid back feeling around him that generally made you think he’s some snobbish brat. When Niki had first met him, he sported a crumpled pullover with a pair of baggy jeans further portraying his image.

Niki smiled to herself in irony as she thought back about how unlikely it was they’d get together; and here she was, snuggling comfortably in his arms as he sent her home. “Rich pampered princess and street jock.” She thought to herself with a laugh. “We might actually get somewhere…”