A blur of trees framed his crumpled reflection. Pete turned away from the window as the coach stopped.

“Jamie!”

“Hey Pete.”

 Jamie buffeted along the aisle and crab-walked a lanky frame into seats 4A and B in front.

“A bit iffy at one point. Paypal not going through, Visa card not in the usual place. Found it here.”  With a jagged inhalation he patted his back pocket. “Hadn’t eaten in 10 hours; must have put it back after Pret.  Real fuck of a journey altogether. Still, made it in the end.”

Jamie passed a paper tissue over his dewing brow and dripping end of nose.