I waited. I was early, but I always liked to be early. Not too early, though. The station was silent, save for a bum that tossed on his cardboard box. This didn't last long, as the sound of footsteps began to echo through the station. I watched as he came down the stairs, an unusual man indeed. He was dressed to impress, or so they say, for he wore a suit and tie covered by a long trench. Everything he wore was red, save for his boots. The entire suit, blood red. I thought that to be odd. Odd enough, he also wore a bandana across his face. Huh. Here's this business like man coming down, yet he wears that bandana like a common street thug.
His boots echoed as he made his way toward me, toward the edge of the platform, and veered down the tunnel to see any sign of the train. I just stared. I know it's not nice, but I couldn't help it, this guy was almost from some sort of science fiction novel of some sort. He began to turn his head to look at me and I quickly darted mine away, to avoid suspicion of my staring. I nearly jumped out of my flesh as he began to speak.
"Time?"
I looked at him baffled.
"Excuse me?"
"Do you happen to have the time?"
"Oh, uhhhhh."
I looked down at my watch.
"9:41."
"We have time."
"Time for what?"
I asked, but soon regretted.
"Would you care to hear a story?"
He asked. What a question to ask. I didn't care for this guy, or his story, but he struck me as so odd. I thought about it for a second, a guy like this has got to have a great story.
"Sure. How long is this going to take?"
"Only a minute, or two..."