FFOct15 - It's All About POV 3

4:50PM
3. This was the last bus to Taipei for the day. My professor at the hospital had me in his office the past hour, discussing my dissertation. 

It was all real important stuff.

I don't remember what we talked about.

I hate being the last one on the bus. It's embarrassing. Even more so when there aren't any seats left.

"Why don't you find a seat?" the driver asked.

"There aren't any left," I replied.

He was quick. First there weren't any seats, and then all of a sudden a seat on the back was vacant and a cute girl was hurrying up the aisle.

"There's a seat," he pointed. He turned simply as the girl pulled out a stool and seated herself next to him.

"Uh," 

The driver was heading back to his seat, and I hurried over to mine.

When I got off, I turned to thank the girl for giving up her seat, but the doors banged closed behind me and the two drove away.