It is one of the hottest days of the year and I notice the burger first, the way he is holding it. probably a Big Mac although I’ve never had one. we are on a train platform and it looks like he’s trying to take a photo of it, but his phone is at the wrong angle. He clutches a McDonalds bag and a drink.

He’s probably just finished work and grabbing a snack. We board and I choose a seat near him but not too obvious.

He makes a call : something about being on the train and it’s a two hour journey. But I cannot help but gaze at his finely toned arms, his multiple tattoos and his suede head. He glances at me only once. I think about slipping him a note. The tattoo on his neck could be Chris Isaac or Elvis. He’s trying to watch something on his phone, the burger is long gone.

He awakens something in me I haven’t felt in a while: pure lust. But I don’t even imagine fucking him.