Ishmaily cursed under his breath as he rushed around his hotel room, grabbing his belongings and shoving them into his backpack. He was running late, and he couldn't afford to miss his train. He had a job interview in London, and he was determined to make a good impression.

As he rushed through the crowded train station, he collided with a young woman, sending her papers flying.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Ishmaily exclaimed, as he bent to help her gather her belongings.

The woman looked up, her eyes narrowing. "You're... you're the guy from the hotel lobby, aren't you?" she accused.

Ishmaily's brow furrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The woman's expression turned skeptical. "Don't play dumb. I saw you staring at me in the lobby. And now, here you are, bumping into me on the platform."

Ishmaily held up his hands. "I swear, I'm not stalking you. I'm just trying to catch my train."

The woman's eyes flashed with anger, but then she seemed to relax, slightly. "Fine. But if I see you again, I'm calling security."

Ishmaily nodded, relieved. "Fair enough. Sorry again for the collision."

As they parted ways, Ishmaily couldn't shake the feeling that he'd just made a powerful enemy. Little did he know, their encounter was only the beginning of a chaotic and thrilling adventure.

The woman, whose name was Sally, was actually on her way to visit her parents in London. She hadn't seen them in months, and she was looking forward to a relaxing break.

As Sally found her seat on the train, she noticed a young student, Debbie, sitting across from her, typing away on her laptop. Debbie was a university student, heading to London for a semester abroad.

As the train rumbled out of the station, Sally and Debbie exchanged pleasantries, discussing their plans for the trip. But little did they know, their journey was about to take a dramatic turn.

And Ishmaily, still fuming from his encounter with Sally, had no idea that their paths would cross again soon.