She comes inside her coat. It is dark. It has been raining. It’s ok now, but her legs are still wet and everything else, like his eyes through the window – hot breath playing.

She knows he’s been waiting – it has been this way the last few days. He knows she knows it. Rain.

Inside the train all the shaking made her think ‘bout the first time they got into each other – her legs and her strength. Hair. The way the lights went out and in created a movement that made her make dirty plans. The train.