"Brody, I actually do eat vegetables of my own free will." "Humor me." He watched until she took a bite, then turned back to his preparations. "Let me... know the dates and I'll see if anybody else on the team can come." "That'd be great." "Does your family come to your gigs?" When she didn't answer, he looked over and saw her frowning. He felt a little guilty. "Sorry. Sore spot?" "A little." She shrugged. "My youngest brother, Evan, he comes sometimes. My parents don't come." He glanced at her,. Her figure seemed lean under the warm baggy overcoat she always wore with black boots, but there was a hint of bosom and shapely curves when she walked. Sad girl always looked down as she got on the train making sure she avoided eye contact where ever possible. If she could, would sit alone by the carriage window staring out into the world as it passed her by. I confess to becoming a little more intrigued by her each morning as I caught the train, although I never once encountered her on my. It was our night to chat and catch up and while we both were looking good, we did not necessarily come out to find guys to have fun. We both were chatting and drinking and nibbling for an hour when 3 guys took the high table next to us. Obviously they did all the guy tricks to get to chat with us but we were taking no bait. We both whispered to each other to let these guy keep trying but not to play into their hands, specially because 2 of the guys thought they were gods gift to women. We let. Two: She had no clue I thought her missing. Releasing her, I pulled away and peered down at her with a relieved smile. Never mind, I muttered, realizing there was no point in letting her know I had been too busy fantasizing about sex with a hyena to watch her. Lets go, she offered, obviously having forgotten all about my odd behavior. Okay, I agreed, all too happy to put the embarrassing situation behind me. And with that, we were off. Our next stop was the monkey habitat. I must admit, I am.