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The screech of the train coming to a halt is a familiar sound, if not comforting at this point. So used to the earsplitting grind, Gilbert finds his attention drawn back to the present bustle of life. Blinking away his daydreams, he steps back as the flow of people disperse from the train doors. Crowds of people jostle past him, paying no mind as they hurry to get on with their day.
And then it hits him.
Or rather, then HE hits him.
A young man, almost as tall as Gilbert himself. Their shoulders knock, and he turns.
Gilbert finds himself face to face with an angel. A blue eyed dream, wispy blond curls, and those pale freckles? Lord have mercy.
"Sorry," comes the soft voice, definitely a work of the heavens, before their eyes lock and Gilbert swears he can see the words catch in the other's throat.
It's as if time itself has stopped as they stare at one another, the world around them moving in a blur.
Gilbert wants to say, "don't worry about it!" or "hey, can I get your number?" But instead his brain settles for gawking.
The guy's lips twitch at the corners, the smallest of smiles, and Gilbert feels as though he's been privy to something not many get to see.
Gilbert guesses the other guy must have noticed his eyes flutter down to his mouth because the next thing he knows, there's a pair of soft lips pressed against his own.
Being the gentleman he is, he kisses him back. Maybe a little hard. Maybe a little desperate.
And it's the least he can do to keep from jumping the guy.
There are firm hands on his waist, and in the distance he's pretty sure he can hear a last call for boarding.
He moves his hands, ready to tangle his fingers in the pretty blond curls that he imagines feel like silk between his fingers, but in an instance it's all over.
And then he's watching the back of this stranger's head as he disappears into the crowd, moving stealthily through the people as if he's nothing more than a breeze.
Gilbert takes a step back, blinking. He turns to board the train, except the doors shut in his face and he realizes he's going to be late for his meeting. Still worth it though.
He decides to buy a coffee while he waits for the next train and contemplates what the hell just happened.
And then he reaches into his jacket pocket to pull out some change and realizes two things.
His wallet is gone.
And the blond angel just robbed him.
Still worth it though?