Downstairs, in the train station, I see my boss standing on the opposite platform, separated from me by two sets of tracks.
When she sees me, she smiles, and I smile back, a big dumb grin at the absurdity of the situation.
Then she waves, and my grin widens, but I feel a little awkward, like I'm somehow impinging on the anonymity we feel we have in public spaces.
By the time I realize I should probably wave back, she's already looking away, and a train on her track slides in between us, blocking my view.
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