~Eυγενής~

          It was a clear night, and stars shone through the layer of clouds. The moon, however, was nowhere to be found. Johnny trudged down the brick path, and stepped into the train station. He looked at the time signboard, and continued on his silent walk.
          The next train would be due in two minutes, just enough time for Johnny to reach the platform. As the train rumbled deeply into the station, he sleepily yawned and entered the carriage. A gust of cool air hit him as he held on to a handrail.
          Just then, two foreign men hurriedly entered the carriage, and upon seeing two empty seats in front of Johnny, quickly plonked themselves on them. Well, there was still one empty seat next to them, but this was a reserved seat, and Johnny obviously would not sit there.
          As the train rumbled on, the men began to converse. They were speaking in some foreign language, which  sounded strangely familiar to Johnny. He did not have to strain his ears, though, because their volume seemed to uncontrollably be turned up to max. "You can't consider it eavesdropping," thought Johnny, "if they are speaking so loud for you to hear, right?"
          At that moment, they appeared to turn to him and the taller one said, "Asseyez-vous, petit garçon, s'il vous plaît!" and they burst out into peals of laughter. "Venez, il y a un place ici!" the shorter one continued.
          Johnny was not the slightest bit amused, but he kept this to himself. He proceeded to turn away from them and concentrate on the view outside. The stars had illuminated the roads and the buildings, and the pseudo-mysterious atmosphere was appealing. The obnoxious foreign men, however, were reluctant to give up their persuading and kept on mocking Johnny.
          As it neared his stop, Johnny happily stepped over to the door, ready to be free from their nonsense. As they laughed away, however, a fat woman situated herself right on the reserved seat, looking at the men, and sensuously said, "Hello." The men suddenly fell quiet.
          The doors suddenly slid open. Johnny stepped out, but turned back his head and said, "Non, merci. Bonne nuit!" Oh, it was a clear night indeed.