I hold his gaze, his sneer increases. I don't break eye contact. His eyes narrow. I hold fast. Then he nods and looks away. I guess I passed the test.

He stands in front of the door he entered, with one hand loosely gripping a pole. His eyes trace the train car. He seems to sneer at everyone. He looks at me.

At the last stop, an Asian man got on the train. He is wearing a Red Sox jersey, black jeans, a black and red Red Sox baseball cap and black and red Jordans.

I'm currently on a train, going home. It's filled with the usual crowd of day workers in office attire and young people starting their Friday evening carousing.