Yes

I waited for forty or so minutes and when I had almost given up hope there she walked out, her hair tied up and in a sort of provocative dress, “Is this what you meant?” I patted the seat next to me and sitting down I commented, “If I keep on doing what I do, in the style that I have, they will soon get onto me” I spoke in a sort of code so the people around us didn’t know, “Hope runs a brothel. I thought if I can snuggle you in, as a “new worker” I could distract everyone whilst you sneak up and kill her silently with a knife down your bosom...” and looking was absorbed by her chest, “Damien up here!” I nodded before commenting, “I’m sorry but you are...” she looked at me before saying, “Don’t say it! We will end up regretting it afterwards!” I looked puppy eyed at her before saying, “Tough. You look beautiful!” she looked away before saying, “You are going to regret that at the end!” I looked away but smiled as she did so to, “Damien you should have seen her when she was younger! Now that’s a thing...couldn’t you go further back and stop her from even getting engaged to the Indian twat?” I looked up before saying, “Sometimes we need to experience betrayal to understand our loss...also I didn’t choose this period I was thrown out in it!” he closed the door before commenting, “Shame!!” and with that we watched as the train started to move again and looking at her I said, “Are you in?” she nodded before saying, “Yes, but can I ask you a favour?” I nodded before saying, “It’s quite archaic and you will probably think less of me but could you get me a bouquet of flowers, I haven’t smelt any in years!” I nodded before smiling said, “I will be back in a few minutes!”