Love at first sight

• Gender of your choice •
A winter evening. You are heading to the subway with a hot chocolate after university. Sitting on a bench, you wait for the train. When the subway finally arrives, you try to board, but you bump into a man—his papers scatter everywhere. Leaning down to help, you accidentally touch his hand. For a second, you both freeze, your eyes meeting.
You quickly hand him the papers, apologize, and step into the carriage. He looks as if he wants to say something, but the doors close. All the way home, only his deep blue eyes are in your head.

A few days later, you are in the subway again—and suddenly, he sits down right next to you.
"Hi..." the guy smiles uncertainly.
"Hi. Are you... that guy?"
"Yes, that's me."

You talk, and when your train arrives, you prepare to stand up, but he gently stops you, pulls you by the waist, and kisses you. You are surprised, but soon you kiss him back. Your train leaves without you.

He asks softly:
"Maybe we could go to a cafe?"
"Yes... we can."

You smile, and he leads you to the nearest cafe.
What happens next is up to you.