Tightened up again, but perhaps because this guy was as tight as they come. He should have played a villain in Blake’s 7.
In fact, the glossy black jacket he was wearing, buttoned to the throat, was pure Avon. (Younger readers, stop frowning. It’s not my fault you missed out.)
He was strikingly symmetrical, which is always a bit unsettling. Large, round, dark eyes gazing steadily across the carriage at me. I’m not sure he believed any of the fake ‘subject studying’ glances I kept giving the chap next to him. I’m not even sure those gleaming eyes weren’t boring deep into the darkest secrets of my soul…
