We stand with our backs to the doors, minor shifts in the tracks causing us to correct our stances.

Darting our gazes away once we share hours of eye contact that were really only seconds.

Getting anxious knowing the other's stop could be next causing those periodic glances to become more frequent and more valiant.

But we stick around for a little longer than we thought, until it's time for you to leave.

These are the transient lust stories of the New York City subway.