He didnt know I was looking at him. He moved his fingers nervously and conitnuosly. He was typing something in his Nokia Communicator phone. He was wearing a blue and green squared shirt, fresh expensive cotton shirt. Brown thick trousers. Golden watch, probably a cheap fake Rolex, bought at Portobello Road, in London. He was worried about something, talking to himslef, reapeting, “no...no...”, I don’t know what he was on about. He started listening to some