The train doors open and Cedrique steps out, taking in the majesty of Leeds train station; pigeons picking scraps from the grimy concrete, busy suit wearing “nonces” as he calls them buzzing between the platforms and the smell of pure engine fumes coming from the legion of taxis waiting outside.

“Excuse me.” Said a frail old man, tapping Cedrique on the back; cane in hand. “You’re blocking the exit.” He turns with a sneer on his face,

“My sincerest apologies good sir…” He says mockingly while stepping aside, gesturing for the elderly gentleman to exit the train. Which he follows, placing his cane onto the platform; transferring his weight onto it and gently stretching a leg out of the door.

Cedriques fake smile and welcoming gesture dissolve into a look of disgust as he swipes the cane, causing the man to collapse out of the train and face plant into the platform floor. Uproar comes from inside the train, demonizing his action, “The fuck you think you are? Touching man like you know…” barked Cedrique, shaking his head.

Strutting off with a limp towards the exit gates, he puts an arm around a woman,

“Good day Madame, I couldn’t help but notice your beauty from afar, I had to approach and confirm that my eyes weren’t deceiving me…” he said smoothly with a cheeky grin on his face,

“I’m flattered, but my husband is waiting for me in the car park. Please take your arm off me.” Cedrique chuckled and complied with her wish, retracting one arm from her shoulder and the other from her handbag, ticket in hand.

“Hope it all goes well wi’ my man, hit me up if it ends fucked tho!” He shouts with a wave as he jogs away.

With a beep he was through the gate and out into his old home town, “Where’s that prick, I’m starving…” he thinks. Jay is putting the wrapper of his roll into the bin, when he hears a commotion coming from the other side of the gates.

“Listen ma’am, without a ticket you can’t come through, either buy one from the office down there or get back on the train you just got off.” Said a station warden, Jay looks over to see what the fuss was about, but spots Cedrique strutting away from the scene.

“Shocker…” he thinks, and then reaches into his bag for the roll he bought for Cedrique.

“Yo cuz!” shouts Cedrique loudly, distracting the public from the commotion at the gate,

“Yo, here.” Said Jay holding out the roll, “Safe Jay, you good?” asked Cedrique and the two continued towards the exit. “IT WAS HIM!” shouted the woman, “HE MUST HAVE STOLE MY TICKET WHEN HE GROPED ME!” Cedrique chuckled to himself “Dutty bitch, who does she think she is…”

The station warden looked over at the two walking away,

“I won’t tolerate false accusations ma’am, now choose an option before security gets involved!” he said sternly.

Her plea continued as Jay and Cedrique walked out of the double sliding doors, into a gust of smoke and fume filled air.