He was practically dancing his feet were so itchy. He stood in a group of people at the train station. Each person had at least one piece of luggage in their hands, some, having both hands full, were kicking along a third piece at their feet. The talked in loud voices and expansive gestures as the waited in the line for their tickets. He was the only silent one, constantly shifting on his feet.
His face told stories of excitement at the hubbub around him and a certain sadness, as sad at leaving someone behind.
They got to the ticket booth and one of the men approached the window and ordered all the tickets. He handed over his credit card when asked and in return got a book of tickets for the group. Excitement was mounting in the group and you could see it affect the young man. His grin was wider now and his feet seemed to be detached from his body they moved around so much.
The man with the tickets gathered the group around and told them now was the time. A small cheer went up. Now they were ready and best be heading on to the platform to meet the train.
The group turned as one and made their slow way to the gate. Upon arrival they made a somewhat orderly line and got their ticket from the man with the tickets and went through the automated gates. Each went through, baggage in hand or kicked along at their feet.
When the woman in front of the man with the itchy feet got up to the leader he gave her the second last ticket and our man put down the luggage and gave her a hug. After that she was followed through the gates by the leader.
He stood there, just outside the gates till she left and waved goodbye as she disappeared on the train.
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