It’s like she’d lost something. Once calm, now manically looking through her bag. She sat at the bus stop, in one of those glass undercover ones that faced the houses and not the road. I’ve never understood them. I always imagine that I’ll be sitting in one, facing a tall white fence, and my bus will speed past and I’ll be left completely unaware. I’d complain to my friends how PTV is always so unreliable and how annoying it is when buses don’t even turn up. She sat next to me, obviously frustrated that she’d lost something important. She groaned and breathed a heavy sigh and she got up and grabbed her unzipped bag and walked back in the direction in which she came.