He blinked, shook his head, and scribbled something furiously on his clipboard. But I saw it. The crack.
The train doors opened. We all shuffled inside. Grimes was already seated, clipboard out, scanning faces like a hawk scanning a field for injured mice. Frivolous Dressorder The Commute
I blinked. “What?”
After a long moment, the light turned green. He blinked, shook his head, and scribbled something