A girl walks down the platform, gesturing with her free hand, her cell phone pressed against her ear. “It’s like, do I date him, or just sleep with him?” she asks. The age-old question.
A man sporting a ZZ Top style beard and overalls with no shirt sits on one of the benches, his belongings clustered around his feet, blowing bubbles into the morning light, and smiling with the delight of a child.
A man slips out of his t-shirt, momentarily enjoying the sun on his bare skin before he struggles to button his work shirt.