“Employers blanch at my creativity,” said the bright-eyed stranger beside him. He was clutching a thermos and drinking, Mark suspected, water. “But I can’t help being a Leo!”
"Trump's a Leo," Mark said matter-of-factly. "Hitler as well."
Neither of these were true, they were just Mark's shortcut out of any conversation regarding astrology. Trump's actually Gemini, Hitler Taurus, but no-one ever checked. Still the guy's face fell; he drank his water, now reconsidering everything.