At first Felix didn’t realise that he was being watched. Hot eyes pursued him from across the carriage, and momentarily startled him. A tourist in his late thirties with a pastel pink suit, and a white, wide-brimmed kept glancing up from his newspaper every so often and trying to grab Felix’s attention, reluctantly going back to his article for a few minutes and then resuming his observation of the young man. The train passed through a tunnel, Felix just caught a glimpse of a graffiti advertisement for a dentists at the next stop before the whole interior was plunged into darkness.
The man seized the opportunity and lurched forward out of his seat, crashing into the booth Felix was in and sitting directly opposite him, nudging him with his huge legs.
“Do you have a cigarette I could have by any chance?” said Felix, without gazing up from his tablet.
“Sure do. But aren’t you a little young to be smoking? Says here it ruins your complexion”, the Tourist said grinning. The neon lights inside the carriage flickered and exaggerated the deep wrinkles on his face, which had appeared much too soon for his age.
“I suppose I am a little young to be smoking, but aren’t you a little too old to be tryin it on with someone like me ?” He put the tablet away and stared the Tourist hard in the eyes. The older man looked affronted, but Felix cracked a smirk and he softened a little.
“You’re here on holiday then”, said Felix, “By those cases I’d wager you’ve come to town for longer than a weekend break.”
He motioned at the Tourist’s luggage, which bulged out of the overhead carry on.
“As a matter of fact”, the Tourist said “I’m here to visit family. My sister actually, Mandy. Are you getting off at Unity Station as well.”
A buzzer sounded and the PA burst into life as the train pulled away from the station, reminding all passengers that there was a buffet car and bar, full of overpriced drinks and food, and that it would be closing in half an hour.
“Could I buy you a drink?”, said the pastel tourist.
The Tourist beckoned through the carriage doors, and Felix followed him through several carriages to the buffet car.
The attendant at the buffet car was wise to the both of them, and Felix could tell the minute they walked in. He was an undercover fag too, so he just smiled politely and continued with the whole routine. Felix ordered a cola, while the tourist ordered a cola and rum. He paid the bill from a huge stack of notes and the two of them sat on stools by the window.