Slater
I left the restroom and headed back outside. There was a small convenience store attached to the gas station. I bought a plain grey hoodie off the rack and a baseball cap. I put them both on.
Now I looked like any other young guy with a forgettable face.
I rechecked my phone. The train station was about a mile away. I could walk there easily.
As I walked, I paid attention to the humans around me. They moved differently from wolves. They are less aware of their surroundings, more caught up in their own thoughts. They stared at their phones, listened to music through headphones, and talked about mundane things like grocery shopping and TV shows.
No one paid me any attention. I was just another person on the street.
The train station was small and old-fashioned, with a wooden platform and a ticket booth that looked like it hadn't been updated in decades. An elderly woman sat in the booth, reading a romance novel.
"One ticket to Millbrook, please," I said, pulling out cash.
