The train car was just about empty, if not for Asha and a married couple in the back.
The conductor was making his rounds.
He had a jovial tempo to his gate. He took the tickets if the couple. Joked around in Greek and Turkish. Shuffled on to Asha.
The conductor looked like a younger Omar Sharif, “Tesekkuler,” he said ‘thanks’ as he took her ticket.
“I can’t under—”
“Oh? English? No! American? American.”
She straigthened up. Looked at his eyes, licked her lips then she got closer.
The conductor said, “We’ll be at the station in 4 minute. Getting off?”
He marched to the next car.