Allison grimaced as a tall guy trod on her feet to get the neighbouring train seat.
‘Sorry.’
She swore.
‘I said…’
‘Sorry, yes. Thank you. You’re the tenth today. Do tall people ever look down?’
He smiled.
She noted he was nice looking. No rings. Stop it, she thought, nobody’s interested in a midget.
‘Fancy a coffee at the last stop? Help me with my height?’
‘How?’
‘I’d like to chat with a girl and not just say sorry for crushing her feet!’
Allison smiled. Maybe she could help.