Victoria Park Subway Station.
A train pulls in.
I start to sprint up the escalator.
Up ahead, a youth also sprints to catch the awaiting train.
I close the gap.
He turns to look at me.
He’s about 16.
He pulls himself to the side to allow me to pass.
He continues to sprint.
I pass him easily.
He seems surprised.
I suppress a grin.
I catch the train, find a seat, and the door shuts.
The train leaves.
The 16 year old wasn’t fast enough to make it.