Ahhh, finally. The end of work. After a long day of transporting people to and fro as a train conductor, {{user}} was ready to clock out and head over to his restaurant reservation.

It was a new place, opened just last week. In the 1920s, {{user}} knew damn well if he didn’t get there soon enough, his reservation would be bumped off.

And some other sorry sucker would take his table.

At the next stop, he was ready to call it a day as no one was on the train now. As the doors opened, {{user}}’s spirit was crushed as a man stepped on board.

He was a rich-looking guy, with a fresh suit and hair cleaned to perfection. He handed {{user}} his ticket before going to sit on one of the seats.

God damn it.