I watch from my seat as the bus boy trudges onto the bus. Even from inside the bus you could see he was in a bad mood. He makes his way down the bus and collapses in the seat next to me. The frown never leaving his face.
"Hey." I whisper to him as the bus pulls out on to the road.
His frown melts as he looks at me.
"Please don't ask."
"I wasn't going to." I reply honestly. "But are you okay?"
"That is asking." He points out.
"No, asking, in this case, is asking 'what happened?' or 'why were you away?'" I defend.
"And asking 'are you okay?' isn't?" He asks.
"No because it's a closed question, whereas the other two are open questions." I answer.
"So are you okay?" I repeat.
He sighs softly. "I will be. I hope."
"Don't we all." I murmur.
"What about you? Last I saw you, you were as low as me. Did my advice work out?" Bus boys asks me.
I laugh lightly.
"Yeah, it turns out that you really shouldn't become a fortune cookie writer." I say, and bus boy cracks a small smile at my lame attempt at a joke.
"I'm sorry it didn't work out." He says. "Are you okay?"
"I will be."
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Hello Stranger,
Hope you are doing well.
-Fox
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The Bus Bay's Secret
KurzgeschichtenRosie and Hugo meet online and in real life. Is this meeting just a coincidence or is it fate? In which a bus bay has a secret.
