She took me to a spot she used to go sketching in Fanling. We watched trains pass by. Mystery Trains.
"I'm about to be unemployed," I said.
"Well," she didn't seem to care. "Then you're always welcome to share this spot with me."
Some people started stopping by to figure out what we are watching. They peered down and out into the open. All they saw were abandoned signs and orange-white cones in the bushes below and the rest, they could have seen without coming closer.
They kept eyeing us. It must have been weird to stop walking on a footbridge.
