Peter had done everything he felt possible to make Shelly notice him, apart from in fact talk to her. He had first noticed her six months ago, when in a rush had boarded the wrong train to Coventry, making him late for work. Now he made himself late on purpose once a week just so he could see her. She was medium height with red hair, and he knew she was called Shelly because once when it had been hot on the train she had taken off her coat to reveal a name badge. He had glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to stare straight at her. She always sat in the same compartment, and he made sure to walk through that compartment when he got on and off the train, never sitting in the same one though, close proximity to her made him breathless.