Amongst the hustle and bustle of the busy station I take note of all the faces. One man is on the phone speaking in angry hushed tones, in an expensive suit and a rather bland tie.

He was obviously on his way to work.

Then there was the girl. A young woman in tracksuit and headphones, her head is jumping up and down to the tune in her ears. She’s sitting on a silver suitcase and texting on her phone.

A university student for sure.

Then there’s you.

You are mysterious and a lot harder to work out than my usual counterparts. You’re dressed smart but not for work, you look almost like a runaway groom but you seem calm, at ease, patient. You’re reading? Curious. So you pride yourself on being different? Eccentric, but only in small doses perhaps? Or maybe you are on your way to work but prefer a different kind of uniform?

The 9 o’clock train rolls into the station and the hustle and bustle continues as I fight for a window seat. As the train leaves and I look out the window at the empty station I see you again. Sitting patiently, just as you were. Not waiting. Reading.