notes from a tram

“…she wouldn’t even learn a word of Spanish. Not even ‘please’ and ‘thank-you’ [ … ] and then she started thinking everyone was talking about her.”

I didn’t catch the rest of their tram conversation but a little later I noticed a guy just across the aisle from me scrawling on a small piece of paper, rendering the face of the beanie and blue jacket-clad old guy sitting opposite him.