We’re a fan of love stories of all types here at Joybear. One of our favourites is the mini-love story our weary and tenderised imaginations weave on our commute home after a long day’s work.

You know the one what we’re talking about. Catching the eye of the hot stranger sitting across from you... “Did they really just look at me? Probably not. I’m losing my mind after that THREE HOUR meeting with… Oh, wait. That was definitely an interested glance. Oh my. Hot. Damn. I wonder… I wonder what would happen if I decided to stand right in front of them, tip my head down to brush my lips against theirs, grab their hand and put it on my… Shit! This is my stop! See you later in my fantasies, hot stranger, when my hands as well as my mind are free to roam…”