She stopped a few feet from him, and they stood on the platform waiting for the 10:37 p.m. commuter.
"What's your sign?" he said suddenly. He was so old-fashioned! She couldn't believe anyone still used that line.
"I'm a Capricorn," she said, wondering what he was really up to.
"How about that?" he said. "So am I. Would you like to go someplace and have a drink?"
"I think not," she said as the train approached. "Being the same astrological sign, I fear we'd be too much alike to ever enjoy an intimate sensual relationship." She tried to make it sound like a light-hearted joke.
The man took a rather fat billfold from his pocket, held it open for her to see the numerous 100-dollar bills therein.
"I really do hate to drink alone," he said, smiling faintly, suggestively, but earnestly. "And I can be a very generous person."
"On second thought," she said, "I've developed quite a thirst, and I think I can trust you--so I'd be delighted to have a drink with you."
The mounted the subway stairs and emerged on the street, pausing for a few moments to look up at the Zodiac namesake, the constellation Capricorn, as it hung before them in the night sky.