The loud talker spun around. “Hang on one second, Martin,” he said into his phone. He lifted his head vaguely at Justin. “What?” he snapped.
“Are you getting off here?” Justin asked.
“No.” The man just as quickly swiveled around, his back to Justin, and continued talking. As the train stopped, Justin plucked the phone out of the man’s hand, like a casino dealer picking one card out of the middle of the deck. He flicked his wrist, sending the phone out the open door and onto the plat-form, skidding amongst hundreds of walking feet.
“You are now.”
The man reddened, but the motion of the train starting prompted him to run out the door in search of his device. Justin turned to the pregnant woman. “Looks like this one is open.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”