Like clockwork, I look up, and there he is, boarding my train.  The moment he sees me his lips twitch, not quite a smile but enough to let me know that he’s as aware of me as I am of him. Tall, dark, and ridiculously handsome, he’s almost a cliché.  But the way he wears a suit and the way he carries himself tells me he’s much more than that.  Older, but not nearly old enough to raise eyebrows, I like how he looks, solid,...