Do you ever take a look at your wrist and start to wonder?

How can you feel the fluttering beating of your veins on top of your fingertips as the dancing feeling lingering on your skin? How do each beat become the reminder of how you are still alive and well and breathing goodness in and out, just trying to survive from the harshness of this world? How the warm thumping felt like a sugary happiness that you can never stop addicted to?

Because that is how Irene feels whenever she is with Wendy, the stranger whom she always meets at the underground station after she went to work. Being the calming ending to the turbulent havoc of how her day goes.