He walks briskly, swiping his oyster, as he passes with practiced ease through the gates. Dancing on his toes down the stairs, metro in hand and coins jangling in his pocket, he glides onto the platform and steps on the train, minding the gap between the train and the platform edge. You glance at his shoes, polished, like the others surrounding you. He straightens his tie surveying the train with a look of disdain, and then buries his face in his Metro, becoming indistinguishable from rest of them.
A businessman. His suit, black with a subtle grey sheen fits neatly, with a crisp, white shirt visible underneath. The sleeves are fastened with glistening silver cufflinks. Smart and presentable. Businesslike.
But who is the man behind the suit? You assume intelligence and importance, and success in his chosen area of work. Corporate responsibility. This is what the suit tells you.
He digs his hand in his pocket, you presume he will reveal an iPhone or Blackberry. But, what is this? A lollipop. He tears off the wrapper to reveal the fluorescent pink sugar treat as you eye him with suspicion and confusion. This is not the reserved behaviour you expected from a professional business mind! He sucks on it with the manners and enjoyment of a five-year-old child.
Hand in his pocket again, he pulls out his pristine iPhone. Ah, you think, satisfied with the familiarity and correctness of the current scenario, despite the offending lolly. He is probably checking his emails, or dialing the number for an important business call. You get up as the train pulls into your stop and peer out of pure intrigue at the iPhone screen. Mario bounces across it picking up a mushroom as he goes, controlled by the man in disguise. A kid at heart.
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