Smoke and Mirrors (and buttered rum)

When the tap on his shoulder comes, he's tempted to ignore it. Commuters have so little sense of personal space, he's found, and he's certain the person sitting behind him has just clipped him with the corner of their bag. Then again, he thinks as he turns to see the blonde gazing at him hopefully, maybe not. (I don't know where this came from. Um, enjoy? LOL.)