Thoughts on a Train: Chris
Chris sits in the same spot every Monday.Back to the window so he doesn't have to make eye contact. But by the door so he can imagine speaking to a woman, any woman that came in the door. The sushi here is ok. But the feeling he gets while here, that feeling is worth the stale soy sauce and the rude service. Because here, here is where he imagines the day he will speak to her, whoever she is.
Puts his headphones on and walks back to his life.