“You seem sad,” he said, trying to sound neutral. “Do you come into town often to shop?”
“Did you just ask me if I come here often?”
Dan looked at her, she was teasing him. A complete turnaround in behavior that should have set him on his guard, but she intrigued him.
“He died!” She said venomously, real anger that turned other heads further down the carriage.
Woah that touched a raw nerve! He thought.
He changed the subject, a true English response to overt displays of feelings, ”Sorry, a bit clumsy. Not all my patter is that bad, I promise.”
“Glad to hear it,” She said with a smile.
“Let me do something I never really do,” he said brightly, trying to lighten the mood.
“Go on,” she replied.
“Tell you my name.”
“Why don’t you do that? Doesn’t that make it a bit hard to do business in the city?
“Oh God,” he groaned, is it that obvious?
“Yes. I was married to a City man for a long time you know. It’s the confidence, the ability to see what you want and grab it.” She looked him in the eye, her steady gaze again unnerving .
“I mean with strangers. On a train, I don’t, engage”