DEVILLED BLOOMBERG TOTE
She shifted her weight to her left foot and clung to the handrail as the train braked to at her stop. The sudden surge of humanity clambering to get out of the train carried her out just as she felt a tug on her Bloomberg Tote. She looked back and saw this guy – disheveled and roughish in a flannel plaid shirt smile at her. She knew this was not someone she could ignore.