Meeting a streaker

Michael's day was finally over. He had never been so happy to get the hell out of his shift. It seemed that every day, the boss found something new to hate about him while his co-workers were given all the treatment. Beyond that, the coffee was awful and the project he was trying to work on was going nowhere. Most days, Michael just wanted to quit or get a new job. Now, he was just happy his day was over. Soon, the subway would arrive and he could go home.

Glancing over to the side, he saw something that nearly made him fall over. A naked woman around his age and wearing nothing but gym shoes was standing a few feet away. She seemed perfectly relaxed with her nudity, despite the fact she was in a public place. Michael looked around to see if any cops or camera men were around, but nobody was there except for them.

He quickly moved over and tried to get the woman's attention. "Um, Ma'am? Hello?"

The woman turned to face him. She didn't seem anymore disturbed by being called out than before.

"Um, are you okay? Were you attacked?" Michael asked.

The woman seemed genuinely stunned that he asked that. "Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you."

Michael slipped off his coat and held it out to her. "Here. You really should keep warm down here."

She looked at the coat and grew a small smile. Gently, she stuck her hand out and pushed the coat back. "No, thank you. I'm perfectly fine."

Michael was at a complete loss. He slipped his coat back on and tried to think of some reason that a young woman would be walking around naked in the middle of the city. "Look, do you need to call someone? Can I get you anything, or...?"

In the blink of an eye, the woman closed the distance between them and placed a finger on his lips. Still smiling, she looked into his eyes. "I'm fine. I promise, I'm perfectly fine."

Her hand drifted down his chest and stroked his shirt. She seemed to be lost in thought. "Matter of fact, I've never been better."

A gust of wind suddenly blew past, marking the arrival of the subway. Michael turned to the train, but the woman gripped his shirt in a tight grip. Her smile was now more mischievous. Michael couldn't explain why, but something about her was drawing him in. He needed to know more about her and what was going on, even though common sense was telling him to go home.

As the doors opened to an empty car, the woman backed into the train, dragging Michael with her inside.