Sector B.
Train Station.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Step.
A sound of hurried foot steps and echoing announcements surrounded a middle aged man navigating his way through the busy walk ways of the train station.
He had a suit on, which was a shade too large for his slight frame, it was stuck to his skin due to his sweat drenched body that oozed from his brow like a broken faucet.
He had a timid demeanor and his eyes darted nervously from one end of his view to the other. In his grasp, he held a sleek, black brief case.
He moved briskly towards the check in counter and with every step it took, it felt like a march towards judgement, as his heart hammered as if it might betray his intentions.
He wiped his clammy palms off his trousers, leaving dark streaks across it, and approached the ticket counter with a forced smile.
The check in employee, a young woman took notice of his approach and set her eyes on him. He noticed her name badge on her uniform.
LILA.
