Doors will open on the right

"This is ridiculous", she muttered, swaying dangerously on one weak ankle. The doors opened and more people poured into the already packed train. Six people pushed against her causing the precarious balance to tip. She crashed into Rob. She didn't know it was Rob because the hood of her eskimo jacket covered most of the bit of her face left uncovered by her unruly hair. "So sorry", she said, squashing Rob's toesies. "'Soright", said he. She looked up in surprise. "You can't say that. I'm the only one who says that". "Sure I can. You don't own it." The doors opened and 8 people climbed into the train causing a ripple squashing effect resulting in her being shoved into Rob's arms. "So sorry", she blushed. "'Soright, you smell nice", he grinned. Headphones were, comically, playing 'Mere haath mein'. "In fact, you smell very nice", he said. "Thank you, I try", she melted. The train rocked on. "Your eyes are very blue", she fumbled. "You're nervous", he observed. "Rubbish", she countered. "I like you", he smiled. "Because I smell nice", she reasoned. "Catch on fast, don't you", he smirked. The train turned. "Entering Packard's Corner, doors will open on the right", bellowed the train. "Tomorrow?", he said, eyebrow cocked. "Tomorrow", she simpered. The masses unceremoniously threw her out of the train.