Ebelight

Tyrus Danjen, 32 years old, multi-millionaire
Ebelight Sayele, 21 years old, boss of the slum

"Don't tell me this is your first bus ride, sir". I crampingly bit my tongue and tried my best to suppress a laughter. He gave me a very serious look. But it twitched around the corner of its mouth.
"I haven't had a chance to ride a bus. "
"No way? Oh, you certainly had the opportunity, sir. You've seen it. All you need is a little cash and a target. I don't think you've had to huddle into a tight, old box with all those other muffling people. " An older, petite woman, holding onto a bar next to me, gave me an indignant look and listed a few swear words that a woman of her age shouldn't say anymore. Whereupon Tyrus Danjen opened his eyes and stared at her with a slightly open mouth. "What are you staring at, boy? Look away before I pull my umbrella over your head", she exclaimed angrily. Tyrus turned his gaze away from the woman, looked at me with a slightly frowned brow, and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure we are right here?"
I grinned and said, "Welcome to my quarter, sir. "