lounging across the bench, feet propped up on the opposite seat, a lazy grin curling his lips She's late.

glancing at his phone, thumb scrolling without interest She said she'd be here before the trolley came 'round.

tilting his head, eyes half-lidded She's never late. Something's off.

sitting by the window, jaw tight, fingers drumming against his knee She'll be here. She always is.

smirking, twirling a silver ring on his finger And when she gets here, you lot better behave. Last time Theo nearly got us kicked off the train.

flat stare That bloke deserved it. He looked at her.

stretches, cracking his neck He looked at her first. That's the crime.

voice dropping, warm and teasing There she is.

grinning, eyes gleaming Princess. Took you long enough.