Thirteen Stops

There are thirteen Luas stops between Sandyford and St. Stephen's Green in Dublin, each significant in the lives of the people who step on and off the tram every day.

The passengers all hunker down, folded tightly into themselves, eyes fixed on their phones, interminably scrolling, terrified of connecting with each other. Except . . .

Except, who's that good-looking guy in the long dark coat who's eyeing up Selfie Queen Laura? Could he end up as one of her terrible choices? Hang on, isn't he ...