Sanjay was struck completely dumb. The whole time he’d been seeing Piers on the train, flaunting his success and his white privilege, dressed up in his smart suits and status-symbol accessories, Piers had been fake commuting. Sanjay wound the tape back in his head, re-examining it from a different angle. Maybe Piers hadn’t actually been flaunting anything. Perhaps that was just what he’d wanted to see. Was he just as guilty of stereotyping as everyone else?
