Bullet Train

Just Another Tourist

Sharp. That was the best way to describe him. Angular in his physique and the cut of his suit. The man's brown hair was slicked back and spilled into curls at the nape of his neck. He was truly dressed as a gentleman, a three piece suit complete with an elegant tie. The gun, however, was an interesting accessory. The woman found her gaze returning to him as she headed towards first class. Her fingers subconsciously drummed the handle of her black medical bag. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong on this train.

"Vacation..." she muttered to herself in a warning voice and forced her body to move up the train. Exactly, she was on vacation. The woman took a breath and passed a hand over her face.

Whatever is happening, it's none of my business. She made her way to the first class lounge car to wait out the short time before her stop.

Don't take work home with you. 

She scoffed at herself as she glanced at her medical bag in her left hand. Really, she should have left it where she had been staying in London, but going anywhere without it was out of the question for her. Humiliatingly, it was almost a safety blanket at this point, but at least, she defended, it was a functional safety blanket. The first class was beautiful. All soft creams, dark brown and gold. The woman found herself disappointed that she would only enjoy it until the first stop. She continued on, walking by a disheveled looking man passed out in his seat. The poor guy looked like he really needed it. Across the aisle from him was a girl dressed all in pink, sitting primly in her seat reading a book. There was a strange, deceptive delicacy about the girl, like a poisoned flower. She smiled sweetly at the woman who returned it awkwardly before passing into the lounge car. The woman set her silver case down at her side and walked over to the bar. It was blissfully quiet and empty. She leaned her elbows on the counter. Her shoulders relaxed, finally feeling like she was really on vacation now. It was nice to be just another tourist for once.