DWP - continuation

Goodbye, Marvin - Part 2

As I sit on the train reading my Metro, I suddenly realize that it has been a full month since Marvin has left the apartment and that time really flies when you enjoy yourself.

Amidst the chatter and the noise of the train, I hear a small thud on the floor and a slim flow of expensive smelling latte passes on the floor in front of me and thins out almost to the back of the train.

"Theresa!" I recognize Marvin's voice as the train halts and I start to get up.

Forgetting that I should be frowning instead of grinning (after all he LEFT me, didn't he?), I look back, wave at him and say, "Hi, Marv! Bye, Marv" as I exit the train.