time: 1 August, 9:00pm location: 14th Street, Union Square Station ( @cainxmasters )
The MTA officer was watching him, he knew it.
Sure, she wasn’t looking at him. She was mid-conversation with some angry old tourist, looking about as exhausted and annoyed as Levi felt these days, and usually it was the kind of opportunity he would’ve taken to slip his way through and under the turnstile to catch the train on the other side without using up any of the precious change he had left on his metro card, but not today. No. He could feel it. She was watching him.
And for once, he didn’t have any spare change on his metro card. He hadn’t exactly been rationing it off, lately, trekking up and down the island to various bars trying to find someone to buy him a few drinks or take him home so he could ignore everything that was happening -- after all, Zachary hadn’t answered his phone in days and now the news was saying he’d disappeared, probably fucked off somewhere where none of this would be his problem -- and earlier this afternoon the turnstile up at 34th had declined to let him through for insufficient funds.
And the one day he needed it, the MTA officer was watching him.
“Any spare change?” he asked a man in a suit who bumped past him on the stairs, hoping he’d be in enough of a hurry to take pity, but no such luck.
He looked around for a target likely to help him out -- old woman, nah, mother with a toddler, no way, girl on a date, probably not -- until his eyes landed on--
“Cain!” he called, surprised to see him here, but definitely not willing to let the opportunity slide. “Hey, what’s up? Fancy seeing you here, huh?”