You were surprised when he did nothing more than sit down beside you, crossing one of his legs over the other and sitting down in a position that was quite similar to that of 'the thinker'. Only now do you decide to study the gentleman further.
He was lean, but not in a scrawny way. A face that displayed an expression you could call 'sensible', but you also got the odd vibe off of him that he was a largely animated individual (they did say that a lot of a person's emotion was displayed by the way they drew their eyebrows. This man certainly had... Eyebrows. They, however resembled caterpillars more than 'eyebrows'). You had already concluded that his face was ageless, however, only now do you make it a personal challenge to try and identify his age by looking at his distinctive features. Nevertheless, it soon became apparent that they reveal little to nothing.
He was frowning, his lips ghosting a pout, but not quite. He didn't seem immature enough for that. He suddenly glanced at you, and you felt rude for staring and observing him, so you looked away. However, it seemed that he had decided it was his turn to study you instead. You felt that emerald gaze over your face, and suddenly feel heat rush to your cheeks. What the hell? Why was this stranger looking at you? What did he care?
You look back at him as you feel a sudden pressure on the top of your shoulder and discover him giving a small pat. "Hey. Are you meeting any friends, or family on your shopping trip?"
You shake your head. "I'm alone."
"You want to spend your last day like that? All by yourself?" He seems genuinely concerned. "Are you sure?"
"There's no one worth to tell about this. I'll just be another dead body before the end of tomorrow. What is the use?"
He looks down. "You told me."
"You're just some stranger whom I decided to humor. Don't take it to a personal level that I told you anything. I guess I just needed to let somebody know before I'm a goner. I'm sorry."
"But it's selfish." You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "You had nothing to be concerned about."
He gave a small, almost sad smile. You're not sure why, or how, but perhaps by his solemn, understanding expression, or by the odd aging maturity in his eyes, you were sure that he had some sort of experience of someone dying before him. As if he had seen someone in the same position as you before. "Sometimes, my dear, you cannot control yourself and your greed, and you simply have to... Indulge." He suddenly touches your forehead with a few fingers and sighs. "Less than a day, eh?"
"Hm..." He studies you once more, but stops and looks to the side as suddenly, the train comes into view. "Oh, perfect timing."
You're puzzled. "What?"
"Come on, dear. We're going to indulge." He says, taking your hand and lifting you up as the train doors open.
"Huh? What?" What was he doing? Why was he suddenly so friendly?
"Let me show you the city I call home." He winks. "I don't think you actually do want to be alone, do you? Not on a day like this. Let's... Make the most of it."