I walk through the railway station and see that there are lots of policemen standing about. They are bored and seem to be talking mindless shit to each other. They make me feel guilty for something I might not have done.

But I am guilty of thinking that the railway station might be a good place to pick somebody up.

There is a good-looking student guy who walks in the opposite direction eating a banana, a fresh banana, firm and yellow. At this moment, I wish I had a banana just like it.

He disappears and I see a young guy who could be a model. He is dressed in a zebra-patterned jumpsuit and fashion boots that would look ridiculous on anybody else, but he carries it off. He is incredibly handsome, with a tanned face and wavy black hair that is tinted with blonde and has long dangly earrings.

The guy is holding a small suitcase, and I speculate that he might be going on holiday somewhere warm. He is waiting for someone and scans the station looking for that person. I guess that he’s looking for his boyfriend.

Once or twice, he catches my eye and holds his gaze for a second and it makes me excited. Then I realise I’m standing gawping and he probably thinks I‘m a bit freakish.

A girl comes up behind him, kisses him on the cheek and they both walk towards a platform. I contemplate pushing the girl under an incoming train but remember there are policemen nearby.

Then the guy with the banana reappears, and I think that ten minutes is an awful long time to be eating the same banana. He walks past and casts a sneaky glance in my direction.