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…”