The woman on the train was in her fifties, red haired and robust about the middle. She had a Birmingham accent, giving her a tendency of drawing out certain words. Georgia shrugged, forcing a smile. “Honestly, I just have a very randy imagination, I guess.” The woman leaned in, her bust pressing against Georgia’s elbow. “’Ow many of the crazy things you write ‘ave you actually done? Go on then. You can say, your secret’s safe wi’ me!” The woman snorted then, chortling to herself as she searched Georgia’s face. Georgia offered only an eyebrow wiggle, and then excused herself from her seat, claiming to need the restroom. Georgia did use the restroom, but slipped out the back of the train car and found another seat. Normally, she’d have booked a first class ticket, but the train ticket kiosks of Scotland were still foreign to her. She found an empty seat with a table before it and watched the green landscape whizzing by outside, trying to clear her mind.
