HE:

He stepped out of the train and looked at the time : half elf p.m.. People were buzzing around like bees- everyone trapped in their own mind but following a similar pattern. The train station was filled up with smell, tired eyes and the unsynchronized rhythm of high heels. This was not his train station and this was not his crowd. He followed the corridor to the exit and came outside. No destination, only ideas of how to spend the rest of the night. Opposite the shop, where he bought a pack of cigarettes, a huge flashy sign caught his attention, inviting him into the debts of promiscuity: “Hot Lips Sex Shop”.