He caught my wandering eyes in the train as I had already started pretending that we were two people in a book. My thoughts running away with stories. I could have asked him whether he used to take this train every day. I didn’t. He got off at the same stop as me and to my delight he used the left exit on his way out of the station. That is the exit I like best, too. I took that as a sign. As I got out on street he was gone.