Waiting for the Eurostar

Last Sunday, this gentleman was waiting for the Eurostar. I was picking up my daughter. She came out the very first one, so we moved swiftly to the Tube. I could not see who he was waiting for, his daughter, mistress, wife or any other alternative. Isn’t it great to imagine other people’s lives?

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