He scoffs. "Excuse me then." He leaves your booth, and frankly, you're glad of it. Who does he think he is?
Isn't long before your stomach picks up again, though. You don't have high hopes for this, but the longer you stayed in The City, the more you wished it was over. You're not one for giving up, but—this can't end well, can it?
There's the train coming to a halt then. "Now arriving at: Apricot Bay," the voice says, all static-y and skin crawly.