#runnabean

   “Why are you making that face at me.”

           jumpy, flushed, he drops the hood of his jacket along with the illusion of a face not his own before entering the subway car. a simple meeting with a ‘ colleague ’ did not pan out; there was a flaw in his careful little system. not fatal, but enough. he sits down next to a woman with blonde hair and pleasant eyes, and glances at her briefly. his tone is tremulous when he attempts to deflect any possible curiosity.   ❛  i’m too slow for this city. there will never be a day i am not late for something.  ❜