Falling short on her own standards and not getting what she wants pains her. The train journey always makes her think, for the should and shouldn't, for the what and what nots, for the why and why not.
Tonight, she's craving for some form of comfort.
He remembers what she said to him couple of days ago, that she likes nite nite more than just a good nite. Nite Nite, so he whispers into her ears, ever so softly, touching the most sensitive part of hers.
And that, turns her night all flowers and hearts.
She's much happier now; not because of the word, but rather the fact that he remembers.
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