A bus. A bus.
This had to be a joke.
She stared at the ticket he was holding out for her, the tiniest of frowns creasing her brow but otherwise... blankly, because she couldn't believe--she refused to believe this was his mode of transportation. Actually, she refused to believe he would dare do this to her. The subway she could handle, because it was mostly clean and carried salarymen. Handsy salarymen, but they still wore suits and bathed at least once a week.
The bus, on the other hand? There were creatures on the bus, and she was wearing BCBG.
"You're kidding me," she said flatly, and his first hint should've been her tone of voice. His second hint was the fact that she hadn't told him off for butchering her name, and his third hint was definitely, definitely that she hadn't taken the ticket yet.
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