Queue

A curious thing happened: from the Window 4 queue for MRT cards a burly Middle Eastern man with thick eyelashes wearing a tucked-in Lacoste stares at a Filipina on the queue across him, at Windows 3. Her hair was pulled back, pony-tailed, a face with high cheekbones and a defined chin, her body slim with blazer and pencil skirt. A few minutes the man gave the lady a pamphlet of some sort, a fourth of a bond paper with black print depicting an airplane, squiggly lines for movement, and the word Billionaire in serifed font. The woman read it and nonchalantly checked her smartphone. The man stared at her longer, begging for any response.