FFOct14 - It's All About POV 2

4:27PM
2. I got on the bus and noticed the young bus driver from yesterday. Decent-looking wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers. Thick eyebrows, dark brown eyes. If I was 40 years younger, I'd be attracted to him. I made my way to the second seat behind him. I saw the young girl from yesterday as well, silently making her way to the back of the bus. 

She was pretty with small eyes, but a cute smile. Yesterday, she had gotten on the bus and said directly to the driver, "Big brother!" -- drawing out the 'r' at the end in a series of fluctuations. Should foreigners hear her, they would assume that she was whining. "Why didn't you pick up the phone? I've been calling you every day for the past week!" She drew out the 'e's in 'week', lips curling into a pout.

There were a few of us on the bus, our attention caught by the girl's impressive use of vocal cords.

He didn't answer for a moment before muttering out of the corner of his mouth: "What number did you call?" When she recited the number to him, he said nothing.

I didn't expect to run into them again today. 

When a young man caught the bus last minute, I was surprised the driver let him on. We were going on the expressway and it was illegal to stand on the bus. There were no more seats available.

That didn't seem to stop the driver, however. He stood from his seat, strode towards the middle of the bus, and gestured for the girl to come up front. She was obedient, silent, and quick. The boy smiled at her apologetically and seated himself there as she grabbed a stool in the front next to her "big brother."

"Why would he ask her to sit on that uncomfortable stool?" an older woman behind me asked her companion.

I recalled the incident and laughed.