I heard him politely say, "excuse me" as he swiftly placed a discarded newspaper behind his back, on taking the seat next to me on the bus. He shook out another paper on settling, and actively scanned it.
An overwhelming and distasteful smell immediately wafted in my direction. I couldn't determine whether it was from his clothes or skin but whatever, it took precedence over my reading and remained in my nostrils.
I was so relieved as the bus emptied and he moved to an alternative seat, a couple of rows in front, just far enough to improve my creature comforts for the short distance that remained.
He had golden skin, jet black hair with sides styled into a ponytail, positioned just above the nape of his neck, where he'd left a layer combed straight. As he proceeded to remove his silver suit jacket, he revealed a purple cardigan over a matching purple pinstriped shirt. He wore spectacles and conducted himself in a very businesslike manner.
I found myself considering his place of origin and speculating as to the nature of his employ. I reached the conclusion that he had to be in sales. This was definitely a sleek negotiator!
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