He sits up and blinks at his watch.
Ten AM. Just four more hours to go.
The buzzing in his head grows louder and he groans, pushing his palms against his eye sockets. He feels his seat shift slightly.
A young woman, maybe twenty-five, twenty-six, is sitting on the empty seat next to him. Her hair is grey and tightly pulled back in a bun. Her long fingers pull her oversized shirt down, straightening it. She turns toward him, eyes slithering down his body. Her gaze tugs on his insecurities and he crosses his arms, dragging his hoody tighter around his body. Continue reading