A Kind Old Man

Illuminated by the dim light inside the train car, I walk over to talk to him. The atmosphere is friendly.
The smell of green tea overwhelms the car.

The old man smiles at me. He appears to have a small tea kettle with him, as is sipping tea from a cup.
I greet him, and he offers me a seat.

He asks me –
Would you like some tea?

Yes, please No, thank you