With stressful frowns upon their faces, a man and woman jumped onto the tube as the doors began to shut. Jump successful. They positioned themselves comfortably in the warn out seats opposite me. Westbound to Heathrow terminals the tube driver announced, I imagine this only happens for tourist purposes. Her shabby outfit and heavy jewellery was somewhat questionable. I looked at them again, from the corner of my eye, nothing to bat an eyelid at; friends, lovers, partners in crime. Yet I thought, perhaps they were fleeing the country... What an irrational thought, but who am I to know any better.
Armed with only a small black bag which the woman guarded, as well as giant pockets in each of their oversized, ill fitting coats, it was clear that if they were on the run, it was serious and they had to escape quickly. No clothes, no personal belongings or sentimental trinkets - passports, each other, and a fat wad of cash I would assume.
That's it, they robbed a bank. The man reached for a copy of the Evening Standard , a free newspaper that circulates London, that had been abandoned by another commuter. His eyes pierced each page as the woman also began to scan the paper, the pair searched for something. What were they looking for, their own names? If they had committed some sort of crime it wouldn't be in the papers yet, the lateness of the day is worked in their favour. At 9:17pm, "breaking news" on the BBC’s Twitter account is the only thing that stands between the couple’s freedom and the society’s justice.
The gentleman sitting next to them is oblivious to their potential criminal status. He’s oblivious to me not so subtly staring at them, and now at him. Suited and booted, he wore all black with the exception of navy socks and a white shirt. A banker, I thought. Yeah, a wanker. The man’s iPhone 6 consumed his journey, 40 minutes dragged by and I did not once get the chance to see the colour of his disinterested eyes.
Who knew if this guy had just helped to create the next global economic crisis? His guilt had him frozen in his seat. 50 minutes and still no movement. The negative body language he projected mirrored his morbid facial expression and suggested his personality is almost as non existent as his conscience.
Who is more of a criminal?
The banker to the bank robbers?
