Heiji cocked his head slightly to the side as he listened to Willard; for once, his usual easy social camouflage slipped a bit and something about the way he watched the man across from him more closely resembled the stare of some nocturnal animal than it did someone who'd happened to run into a minor acquaintance.

Then he shrugged, and everything was normal again. "Whatever. You need a girlfriend or something, dude." He stood as the train pulled into the next station, waiting with the other passengers to disembark. Just as he did so, however, he said something -- probably just a parting jab. "I'd check the personals. Plenty of lonely weirdos in there."

The doors closed behind him. Warning received. However, should Willard choose to look, there would be an unusual personals ad in the paper he'd been reading for the next few days. Seemingly your usual cryptic account of a missed encounter, it was actually a carefully constructed code based on the book Heiji had been reading on the train, which translated to a single cell phone number.

Well. If Willard had the skills to decode it.