A short story

Bus ride

An uncomfortable bus ride

She makes her way into the m25 inserting her metro card. She's had it prepared in her hand for a while now. She chose this bus on purpose, although it takes longer it's mostly empty. She makes her way to the one-person seats. She opens a google doc and begins working on one of her assignments. That's what she admired most about long bus rides the amount of work you can accomplish on them.

She feels a gaze on her and looks up to the side. She catches a man sitting in the front of the bus eyeing her. Staring her up and down.

Astagfarallah she mumbles to herself. She gives the man a glare hoping to show him that she has noticed his uncomfortable gaze on her.

The man ignores her glare. He kept staring and now she felt as if his gaze was suffocating her. She hated this, the most about public transportation. She was covered from head to toe and still, he stared at her. She takes off her backpack places it in her lap and wraps her arms around it, she hated feeling his stare. She knew if she got up and moved to the back he would still stare at her. She now dreaded the length of this bus ride wishing he would leave before her or at the least stop looking at her. He smirks finding this to be entertaining and his eyes seemed to widen like that of a fox. She opens the small pocket of her bag and holds on tightly to the pepper spray just in case he might come close. She would be prepared.