I think she was about to set off a bomb.
I was watching her through the peep holes that I had cut into the two a’s in ‘Daily Mail’. Don’t give me that look, that’s official MI5 endorsed spy craft. Anyway, she was looking all casual, as if she was just another student earning a few extra pounds propping up a sign to some place that sold some stuff. But I could see from the intensity with which she considered her phone that she was not just checking for messages or looking up train times. I could see her thumb tremble, hovering over the OK button. She was completely immersed in a moment, a decision.
Time stretched unbearably.
My leg was starting to itch. My elbows hurt.
Then she looked up, her eyes sharp.
I lowered my guard and my paper, my mouth shaping a silent ‘No!’ as her thumb finally made its choice.
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