They got on at Malvern, and stood together on the train. One dressed like an accountant, one dressed like a student, neither saying much, just watching the world go by. Until Richmond, where the student whispered to the accountant about something on his back, and brushed it off. The accountant whispered thanks back, and they swapped notes on which stations they would each get off at, and chatted about their day ahead.
We rolled into Parliament station. I closed my novel and got off the train. Before he got off too, the accountant turned to the student. He gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “See you tonight.” “Yeah.”
Ah, young love.