Leiden – Den Haag Centraal
He turned once more, a cheerful look on his face. Would anyone notice? His face gleamed. Would they think he was weird? Or interesting? Would they think was going to Munich or a theme party? Expectantly he looked around. No one responded, but he felt eyes linger. He enjoyed the attention, his bold white stockings, his green hat. He wasn’t someone to cut loose a lot, but he didn’t mind standing out at all, he thought proudly. He repositioned the shoulder straps of his lederhosen carefully. Getting crazy with it, that’s just what he was like.