Chapter 3

“You okay, man?”

The question startled me. Forget the fact that talking to strangers on subways is suicide. People rarely spoke to me unless they had to or had known me for a while. It served me well most of the time, but I wasn’t sure what to do about this.

“Yeah.” I drew my knees up and buried my head on my folded arms. “Just swell.”

“‘Cause you don’t look great.”

Fuck, he was supposed to let it go, not keep up with the commentary. “I always look like this.”

“You sure? Maybe I can help.”

I knew exactly what I had to do shut this asshole down. Lifting my head, I gave him my hardest stare and said, “Just dealing with ex-boyfriend shit. That’s all.”