Passengers were packed into a van bound for Cavite from Makati. Almost all of us are going home from work. We were stuck in traffic, and it rained heavily, adding to the coldness inside the van. I rubbed my hands a few times because it was so cold inside the van. He later placed his hand on my hand. We were holding hands the whole travel. I could see him staring at me while holding my hand out of the corner of my eye, but I chose to ignore it and just stare out the window. The van came to a halt a few minutes later, and he pulled away. He squeezed my hand before eventually getting down; I looked at him, but he got down already.. He didn't even asked for my name.... Disclaimer: our officemate just told us about this story.