Stamp of approval

Breda – Tilburg

Too bad. She wasn’t exactly good-looking. Hopeful he gazed around, but his eye kept landing on the girl opposite him. Her make-up was sloppy. He cast a glance behind him. That was better. Also a blonde, but skinny. But he could hardly turn around on his seat. He considered the girl ahead again. She looked fragile. Not physically, she was quite bulky, but emotionally. If he sat next to her he could look the other way. But she would probably take that the wrong way. He glanced backwards again, pretending to check when they would arrive in Tilburg on the screen. Shit, she looked back. The second he caught her eye he turned back, shrinking in his seat. Well, at least he didn’t have to switch seats, risking his dignity.