I am on the 7:20AM into the City.
The blonde from two days ago, who is an accountant and has a lawyer for a partner, is here. She was wearing a black one-piece which was very flattering. I just saw her today and realized that she’s pregnant. This explains her vibrancy, as I’ve noticed that pregnant women have a glow that’s different from non-pregnant women. Or, perhaps I am of an age where I notice these things?
Cooper-Kingsley is here, in front of me. Faded, almost white jeans; polo-like, neck-buttoned, collared t-shirt with a corporate logo that is at least two sizes too big for his frame. He is on the last third of the GoT softcover. Orange cover with gold lettering. As I am unfamiliar with the text (for now), I am guessing it is the first book.
He hasn’t shaved. His scruff is brown with stubbles of gray. The veins and connective tissue of his neck protrude as he winces to the presumably graphic images of war and regicidal/fratricidal intrigue coming from the text. The man is sinewy.
Also here are Gerard Butler, the Singapore accountant from Dark Knight, William F. Buckley Jr., and Justin Bieber. All are armed.
Happy Friday. Safe travels.