It’s a moment of nervousness I don’t really like. Strangers on a train, asking about our likely arrival time. Is that the extent of the chat, or are the two chaps sharing our Virgin East Coast table thinking it’s just the start?
I do realise that friendly people being friendly is not really the basis for anxiety. As a London commuter however - I’m trying to work out if I’ve been smiled at more than sworn at - maybe less an overblown reaction. Oh great. We’re chatting. Nerves continue. I leave my laptop open as a physical manifestation of my discomfort.