Inspired by: I Wanna Be Your Lover
Mark Robinson sat in the cafeteria car, cleaning his pistol and occasionally taking a bite from a meal he found left behind. A server has walked past him several times and paid him no mind.
“Excuse me, can I get…?” Mark asked, desperate to get a fresh coffee without a cigarette butt floating in it.
Once again, the server ignored him. For as long as he could remember, it’s been this way. He’s always in the background, ignored. He can say any outlandish thing he wants, he can wave a gun around on a train, commit murder in public and no one notices.
It caused him severe mental anguish until he decided to turn lemons into lemonade and became the world’s most successful assassin.
Giving up hope he’ll get any more coffee, he decided to get to work. He put the gun in his belt and marched through the train. He snuck into the train’s private car.
He found Duke and Veronica in bed together, embracing each other as they slept. He cocked his pistol and pointed it at Veronica’s head.
Veronica opened her eyes in time and made eye contact with Mark. His heart skipped a beat.
“You don’t have to do this.” She said calmly, trying not to wake Duke.
“I, what? You can see me?”
“You’re kind of hard to miss.”
“That’s a first.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“It’s literally true. Unless I physically tap someone on their shoulder, I’m invisible to them.”
“How about we talk about this over a cup of coffee?”
“I’d kill for a cup of coffee. I’m Mark by the way.”
“I know!” Mark said, holding up the contract.
They laughed over the peculiarities over their chosen professions. They got coffee and talked for hours while Duke slept.