11:40 pm Astoria–Ditmars stop, my train car.

Man across from me, 62 yrs-ish, is dressed entirely in dark colors, a black beret topping his silvery curls.  Navy blue button down, dark blue jeans, black dress socks, dark leather brown shoes, grey zipper jacket with light grey pinstripes.  (Unmatched outfit.)  Shiny old flip phone in hand.  Circle glasses hooked securely behind ears.

Now, hands folded securely in lap, leg casually crossed, observing.  Observing me and my drunk, wonderful roommates.  Observing my ankle wrapped in an ace bandage.  Listening to the practical couple next to him.  Watching.

Only, I am watching, sketching, him too.