His eyes suddenly gravitated from the words on the page to the woman standing next to him. Old shirt, gym shorts, worn in Vans. Ear buds in, frustration on.
His eyes wandered up from her small feet to the lean muscles of her thighs. He bit his thumb nail as his eyes lingered on the contracting muscles of her legs as she paced impatiently in front of the train door while it moved in spurts. He licked his lips as he traced her muffin top, a hunger thought long ago dispersed suddenly awakening within him.
He knew how the next few days would be spent. He would hunt. Not for the woman from the train, but someone just like her. His eyes fell back on the pages as she exited the train, plotting the week ahead.