Seasons Greetings

This is the turn they met on. It's seemingly normal. Simple. Curved.

It isn't out of the ordinary, this particular curve, but rather common. The Korean subway corporation runs 199 trains a day, traveling through 115 stations, on 4 different lines. What is uncommon, is that amongst the 3,879,000 passengers that use the subway each day, these two met, at this spot and quickly became enthralled with one another.

He was standing alone, looking at his feet, wondering why his darn shoe laces kept untying themselves. His hair stuck out, greasy from a long night of tossing and turning in his sleep, unwashed as he slept through his first two alarms.

She stood behind him, alone - watching this peculiar fellow as he bent over, staring admirably at his shoes. She couldn't tell if he was cute, but by his mannerisms, she hoped he was. She liked him already. It didn't matter what he looked like from the front. She was sold.

He had seen her before. He was sure of it. Positive. She always took this train every first and third Tuesday and Wednesday of the month.

He was a fan. Her clothes were never in style. He adored her braces and her hesitant smile. She was awkward. She was perfect.