Arriving late to the train station, Lester didn't recognize any of the passengers feeling like a stranger without the usual morning regulars, he did not get his habitual spot on the train. It happened to be an older model with cushioned seats and tightly close quarters nothing close to the newer minimalist train cars in rotation.
This morning was a disaster he thought, frantically searching for his wallet. Why do these shitty things happen consecutively?
Fuck. He tried to relax, staring out into the crowd packing in from 21st. south. A man siting directly across from Lester was stuffing a thin envelope between two seats, he gave Lester a wink and disappeared into the crowd jamming in.
A woman took the strangers place, nodding politely "Good morning" at Lester.
"Hey". Lester was fixated on the envelope, the woman followed Lesters eyes down to the cushion.
"What's this", she pulled the corner further out until the envelope was revealed. The woman feverishly looked up at Lester and whispered "Should I open it?"
Lester was aflame hit with a flutter in his gut, he knew it was going to be a good day.
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