Three. She can see him talking with his roommate, just out of what he thinks is earshot. He is wrong. Here and there she can make out a word, a gesture between them that suggests they are discussing her. She is sweet right? Yeah, she seems like a sweet girl.  Somehow he is saying the words regretfully, and she is bewildered at how painfully wrong the evening seems to be going. There is something stale hanging in the air between them, even though they have barely begun. If he thinks she is sweet, and he seems to find her attractive, why then does this feel like the last time they will see each other? He hugs her goodbye. There is the very obvious absence of a kiss. She walks away ready to have it be the last time, only to see him a few minutes later across the tracks on the opposite train platform. He is down a ways, so she pretends not to notice him. She has a sad look on her face and she stares forward blankly. She sees him notice her from the corner of her eye, but she pretends to still be ignorant of his presence. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of her. Perhaps he is a collector of last looks. ***