Legal High
Starting the day with a smile in a race against the clock.
'Eight-fifteen. The barrier'. The message to his phone. 'We chatted on the website and I need a helping hand.' 'Blue coat, white blouse, black skirt', she typed, 'see that, you've found me.' 'Just wave your hand and I'll smile back and see where it all leads.' He tells her that he'll be there, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Just a tube ride, hoax or not? So, curious, he bites. Her message held such detail, she is spott...