“Tiny Mop Decals” he cursed as he stood in the rain. Exposure to the elements kept him from lighting up a cigarette, which kept him from earning a citation for breaking the NHO-laws, which allowed him to plot which laws to break tonight.
“Be strong, be fearless, be,” he said, starting to recite the assigned verse aloud. He didn’t care for the tone or cadence, so he began again. “Be strong, be fearless, be beautiful-.”
And then he saw her. He didn’t dare sit by her during first study, and was surprised to belatedly learn they had three other studies in common. Maybe it was meant to be that they collided at the platform. “Right people there to support…”
He took eight strides in her direction as she approached the Number 87 transit stop.