[ It's instinctive, the stride he takes up to the lowered partition. He does stop just short of crossing it, bracing his arm against the wall of the opposite pod and letting his shades slip down his nose a little. ]
You, too. You weren't saving that seat for anyone, were you?
[ sorry he has one braincell and it's been overcooked by the sun ]
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You, too. You weren't saving that seat for anyone, were you?
[ sorry he has one braincell and it's been overcooked by the sun ]