Sang lay her phone next to her and finished her breakfast. She pulled out a paper and a pad to write on. She wrote down the basics of what had occurred yesterday in bullet point form and then made a list of things she still had left to accomplish. She believed she was doing her job well so far; they had completely fallen for her girlish act and were none the wiser. She'd even got their numbers and knew where their apartment was in case the need ever came to scope out their place unexpected. For each guy, she wrote down the extent to which she'd interacted and had an encounter with him and what she thought of him so far. She had to place the ones who were suspicious of her and the one's she'd have to be more careful around. These consisted of Owen, Kota, Nathan, and to some extent, North, although she was sure she was slowly but surely winning him over. She hadn't had much interaction with Luke or Sean per se, but decided to classify them as the not-so-suspicious group, along with Gabriel, Victor, and Silas. She left her notes sprawled over her bed as she realised it was time for her to go to the warehouse. She decided there was no point taking her bag with her, so she just took her phone and keys, both of which she deposited in her jean pocket, and put on some white sneakers. Matt had taken her compact mirror with the earlier recording so she'd have to resort to record using her iPhone when she got into the warehouse. She'd have to be more careful this time. She couldn't risk bumping into one of them again. This time it would have to be a clear-cut, get-in-record-conversation-get-out, rather than stalling to meet the guys. Instead of taking her car and parking on Kensington Avenue again, she decided to take the bus so that there would be no possibility of a trail behind her. It was easier to take the bus and it was only a short walk from the bus stop to the warehouse. She exited her house and made her way to the bus stop a street away from her apartment. It was warm day but there was a slight breeze, which blew her ponytailed hair every which way as she walked down the quiet road. She eventually reached the bus stop; there were two old ladies chatting animatedly and a businessman waiting reading a newspaper. She patiently waited along with them, checking the street every now and then. She texted Matt, letting him know that she was on her way and would record the exchange between the two parties using her iPhone. He replied moments later and Sang replied by taking a selfie of herself at the bus stop, her head tilted to the side resting on her hand with a bored expression on her face. Matt replied with a selfie of himself smiling and doing a thumbs up, his dark brown eyes twinkling with glee. She rolled her eyes, smiling at his impishness.
The bus eventually arrived and Sang boarded it, paying her fare and sitting near the driver so that she had easy access to the bus doors for when she needed to get off. As the bus drove on she looked out of the window, spotting a couple smiling and walking down the road hand in hand. They looked so content and in sync with each other that she couldn't help but wonder when she would be that girl - the girl who always had someone waiting on her, someone who would be with her through thick and thin, and someone who would accept her with her eternal flaws and deep-rooted sadness. Luckily, Sang was a patient girl. In all her nineteen years of living, she had learned to endure and tolerate whatever life threw at her, or in her case, whatever her mother threw at her. Sang had seen and experienced things she would never, ever wish upon another human being. She wasn't particularly spiritual but she did believe that God was out there, and would eventually save every person of his or her afflictions, whether that release be in this life or in the next. She had always enjoyed learning about world religions in school and had had a particular interest in the Abrahamic Faiths - Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. She admired how all three religions were intrinsically linked and preached the same thing, despite how the media showed particular religious fanatics. There was a specific verse from the Qur'an, the Islamic holy book, which she found a certain comfort in - "Verily with hardship there is ease." Sang had been shown this verse by a Muslim girl that used to be in her class in seventh grade. The girl had noticed that Sang was always on her own and was being picked on by older kids. The girl, Aisha, had been Sang's first ever friend in high school but had sadly moved away when they were in eighth grade. Sang remembered the multi-coloured scarves she'd wear on her head and the bright smile she always had on her face. Sang wondered what Aisha was up to now. She'd probably be in college now, studying something like art, as she had always been the best artist in their freshman art class. One time Aisha had let Sang in on her secret that she'd always wanted to go into graphic design or fine art when she was older, but her parents wanted her to pursue the sciences. She was good at science but simply enjoyed art more; she had a real knack for drawing and had even drawn Sang once they became close, before Aisha moved away. Sang still had the drawing but bringing it out brought up too many sad and fond memories. She hoped Aisha was happy, wherever she was.
The bus eventually stopped on a road called Walkers Way, which was a five-minute walk from the warehouse that Sang was headed to. She smiled at the elderly bus driver before she got off, thanking him. Sang loved doing little things that made people smile. Matt in particular loved this about her. He'd told her there weren't many people left in the world like her; she was one in a million. Naturally, she'd blushed at his comment and had brushed it off humbly. She never wanted the praise to get to her head; she would never live with herself if she became big-headed. She knew there were millions of people nicer than she was but she was kind in the sense that she'd been through so much that she never wanted others to feel left out or hurt like she had been. In a way Aisha was like Sang, Aisha had taken her in when it seemed like everyone in the universe was against her. Sang found herself smiling sadly at the thought of her only childhood friend.
