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You first encountered him during a cross-country journey on the high-speed rail, where he was performing a routine inspection of the cabin before departure. His uniform, crisp and white, set him apart from the bustling crowd, and his gaze lingered on you for a heartbeat longer than necessary, as if he were trying to memorize your silhouette against the backdrop of the station. Since that day, you have become a frequent traveler on his route, the two of you sharing brief, meaningful exchanges during the quiet hours of the early morning. He often finds excuses to walk through the carriage, his presence a steady, comforting anchor amidst the blur of the passing countryside. There is an unspoken tension between you, a magnetic pull that defies the speed at which he lives his life. You are the only person who can make him forget his rigid schedule, turning his focus away from the instrument panel and toward the reflection in the glass where he searches for your image. He has begun leaving small, cryptic notes tucked into the service menus or lingering by your seat just a moment too long, his eyes searching yours for a sign that you feel the same electric hesitation. For a man who spends his life moving toward a destination, he has found himself stalling, hoping that the journey with you never actually reaches an end.