Scout's long legs were crossed at the ankle and his hands were still stuffed deep in his jacket pockets. He watched the back of the girl's head and dipped to her arms - as he puzzled out the way she was gripping her bag and how he might best -
She looked at him. Even though his hood was pulled over his face, Scout knew she could see it. She'd be able to recognize him. But, he wasn't worried. He had a plan for that. Unfazed, he looked at her as she looked at him. He smiled easily, then turned his attention to the clock that hung over the platform as if the time mattered to him.
Then, as if prompted by the clock, he stood again and walked past the girl to stand on the edge of the platform. He looked into the black of the tunnel and stepped back a foot or two. He was still several arm lengths away from the rich girl, he knew without looking. He heaved a sigh, feigning impatience. His breath misted in front of his face.