“Another day in the underground” is what Kenneth Green called the ol’ workplace. Moving from Florida two years ago, he got a job working for the Fort Andrews County Transit System as a subway station manager. Elizabeth Jones vowed never to ride the subway unless serious upgrades to safety were made. As a writer for the Fort Andrews Reflector, she insisted on FACTS getting the facts straight on riders’ dissatisfaction.

A sweltering June morning brought Elizabeth to a dilemma; her car blew its radiator the day previous and even though she resisted, she was forced to ride the floundering subway. As she descended the escalator to the station platform, her shoelace was caught in the steps, causing her to scream for help. Luckily away from his post, Kenneth sprinted to the escalator, diving for the emergency stop button. He stopped it three feet from the bottom, sparing injury for the grateful Elizabeth.
“Thank you?” she said reluctantly.
“Kenneth, the name is Kenneth.” He replied willingly.

Kenneth lifted her from the ground and cut the laces from the intact shoes. ”You’re Ms. Jones from the paper? I read your column everyday to see what I can do better for the transit system.” She was shocked anyone from the FACTS even spoke of her in good light.

“Thank you and thank you for your help” she said as she dusted herself off and went about her way.

A week went by when Elizabeth visited Kenneth at the River Lane station.
“You came back?” he said in a surprised fashion. The recently separated 34 year old writer had a different look on this visit. Dressed in a tight white blouse, knee-high dark blue skirt, and flat white shoes, she intended on making a friend out of her hero.