The young couple enters the northbound Red Line at Chicago Avenue, and take a seat hard by the exit door.
They are both in their early 20s. He sports blond dreadlocks just about down to his butt. She's wearing a silver minidress, no hose and black flats on her feet.
He whips out a pair of bright yellow tights from a Walgreen's bag and hands them to her. She opens the package, bends down and starts yanking them up her legs. By the time she gets to her lower thighs, he pulls out an old RedEye and "shields" her from the seat mates in front.
She shifts and shimmys in her seat and finally gets them over her butt and pelvis.
(The shield wasn't so effective for the observer across the aisle.)
Finished with that act of pseudo-exhibitionism, she hands him her black flats from the floor, and he hands her platform shoes with cork soles and bright striped straps. A good match.
She puts them on, rearranges her minidress, and then they are good to go for a night out.
And I was thinking, I'll bet they get off at Lawrence. And I was right. Hope they had fun at the Aragon.