Same train. Same seat by the door. Same infuriatingly perfect posture, as if the universe had personally ordained him to be the benchmark for human existence.
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“I’m glaring,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.” Same train
Chapter One: The Man Who Smiles Too Much before the doors closed
But as I watched him walk away, I noticed something strange. For just a second, before the doors closed, he looked back. And in that fleeting moment, the perfect mask cracked. His smile vanished.