Yuen Long MTR station, on the Tuen Mun/Wu Kai Sha line, at 08:32am

He caught a glimpse of his face reflected in the train station's platform glass barriers. The skin under his eyes were red. His eyes were tired. His hair, again, a mess. But this was Hong Kong, not a single person around him would care to notice. They had all been in his situation before. They had all appreciated being ignored in their own similar moments. He looked up at the arrival board. Just under a minute until his train arrived. Just three stops until Mei Foo, then it was time for another day.

*

"The train is now arriving at... Yuen Long" She looked up, realising that she was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear the Cantonese announcement. Luckily, the train also announced its arrivals in English. When was the last time she had gone to Yuen Long? It must have been years.

She made her way off the train, pushing pass those who, as they always were, rushing onto the train. She stood still for a moment, taking a second for a breather. She fumbled around in her left sided jacket pocket, feeling for her lighter and packet of cigarettes. She remembered where the smoking area was, on a bridge just outside the station. She then fumbled around her right sided jacket pocket to find her octopus card. She got it and looked up, where she noticed a familiar looking messy haircut.

*

He had gone back to starring blankly at his face. He felt a yawn coming on. He wished he didn't have to be at work today. Why couldn't he have just rang his doctor up and got a sick note? It was only $200 after all, he could by two lunches for that amount. 'two lunches' He thought to himself, as he felt his body go cold and his start start to attack his nervous system. He looked down for a moment. "no, no not now" the tried to will to himself as quietly as possible.

After couple of deep breaths he looked back up. Taking his face mask out of his pocket and putting it on. It somehow made things easier, to hide part of his face. As he went to looking back at his face, he noticed a familiar face in the distance of the reflection. Scrambling around her pocket for something, probably her cigarettes if was who... no it couldn't be could it?

*

He hadn't noticed her yet, or at least he didn't seem to. That was ok, it had been a few years since they had last spoken anyway. She continued to walk towards the escalator when he turned around. His train was arriving, so she assumed it was him him noticing the train's arrival.

As she walked, she remembered his first attempt at speaking Hakka. Then there was her trying to speak Cantonese. 'I still can't really speak Cantonese that well' she thought to herself 'I wonder if he improved his Hakka?'. They usually spoke to each other in English. Well, use to.

*

It was her. 'I wonder if her Cantonese has improved' he thought to himself. He remembered how they would walk along Victoria Harbour together, eyeing the modern and old boats that either sped or sailed past. He remembered telling her that one day he would be on the island at the top of the tallest of all the buildings, with a house in Ma Wan or Stanley.

*

It actually was him. That same messy hair that his mother had, but without his mother's blonde hair. 'Should I say hello?' she asked herself. She raised her head slightly as if to acknowledge that she had noticed him. She remembered kissing him as they stood at the top of Victoria peak. brushing his face with her hands, overlooking the view of the island and Kowloon. An odd shiver shiver ran through her body, neither cold nor warm.

*

'Maybe I could wait for the next train?' he asked himself, remembering the ring his carried in his pocket as the watched the new year's fireworks from Victoria park.

*

'There's a reason why you stopped speaking to him' She told herself remembering the new years fireworks in Victoria Park. He suggested that if they had a daughter, then her western name should be Victoria.

*

'She remembers an old version of me' He told himself, remembering how he she said she didn't want children that day in Victoria Park.

*

'No, remember your plans. Breakfast at Jollibee then business in Yoho mall' She reminded herself, remembering how it all fell apart after new year.

*

The train stopped at the station. The doors opened. He waited for a moment, but the rush of people moving in and out of the train forced him into a quick decision.

*

She saw him enter the train. She smiled to herself. 'it was nice to see him, albeit briefly again.' she thought to herself. She went down the escalator, picking up two croissants from the bakery before she left the station. As she tapped her octopus card, she noticed that she was wearing an engagement ring. 'Oh fuck' she thought to herself.

*

He was cramped in the middle of the train. He couldn't look out of the windows even if he tried. No to worry. The train departed. He took his phone out, starring at the home screen for a moment. He opened Instagram and looked up her name. 'Oh fuck' he thought to himself.