He went into the shop and started looking at the sweets. A bag of fizzy cola bottles cost 99p, so he picked those up and went to the queue for the till. When he was second in line, he realised that perhaps sweets weren’t what Alison had meant by something to eat. He left the queue and put them back and looked for something more sensible.

The crisps were beside the door. They were 49p a packet, so he could get a pack each. He picked out some salt and vinegar for himself. He wondered what someone like Alison would like. He looked at her through the door. She was still at the back of the queue for tickets. He picked up a packet of ready salted. They were the safe option, he thought. You can’t hate plain.

But I hate ready salted, he thought. He wondered whether they might grow on him one day.

He looked back through the door. There were only three people in the queue now. The bald broke that had been in front of Alison was third in line.

Todd craned his neck, but he couldn’t see where Alison had gone. He went to the other side of the door and looked out. He could see the toilet entrance from there, but there was a yellow board leaning up against the ladies’ saying it was unfortunately shut.

Todd put the crisps back and left the shop. He pulled his trousers up again as he looked around.

He couldn’t see Alison anywhere on the station.

Perhaps she went outside for a smoke, he thought. But as he headed toward the exit he passed a guy smoking on the station and the people working on the station saw him and nobody stopped him.

Alison wasn’t outside the station either.

“‘Big Issue’?” some guy said.

Todd ignored him. He looked down the road, both ways. He couldn’t see Alison.

“Help the homeless,” the guy said.

Todd looked at the pound coin in his hand.

“How much?” he said.

“Two quid, or however much you like. But only if that’s more than two quid.” The guy laughed hoarsely.

Todd found a second pound coin in his pocket and gave them both to the guy, whose laugh had turned into a cough.

NOTES:
This story could definitely do with more development, but the concept (younger guy running away with older married woman) is melodramatic as it is, and as happened with a couple of later sections, that's often a licence for contrived theatricalities (i.e. funny how everything blows up as soon as they get this pound coin).