"Italy. Definitely Italy." She looked down at her nails and straightened her fingers with the second sentence. Rob could see they were a reflective forest green.
"Because it totally smells. Have you seen the people there? It's like mobs of beggars. I saw them totally attack a camera once." In an oft practiced motion, she began bouncing a pink flip flop off of her heel.
Rob scanned the rest of the bus. No one else was listening, of course. Not like he was. He knew everyone was listening, even the half a dozen people who were punching buttons on their own cell phones. He knew it was impossible to block out the human voice when trapped in a forty foot metal cylinder with them. He knew he was evolutionarily programmed to listen. He knew he didn't actually...
"Yeah. Everyone does. It's like holy or something." She paused and switched the cross of her legs. "Yeah." Now the other flip flop had sprung into action. "Totally."
Rob tried looking at the guy next to him as a distraction. He was maybe 30 years old but really athletic looking, so probably older actually. Black hair. Like the kind that...
"That's what I'm talking about. Pizza. And compare that to what?" She dug her nails into the dark roots of her dyed blond hair, as if the return of the natural color was some pest to be scratched away. "Yeah, exactly. Nothing. Oh hey, this is it. I'll totally be home in like one minute."
Rob closed his eyes so he didn't have to see her leave.
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"Italy. Definitely Italy." She looked down at her nails and straightened her fingers with the second sentence. Rob could see they were a reflective forest green.
"Because it totally smells. Have you seen the people there? It's like mobs of beggars. I saw them totally attack a camera once." In an oft practiced motion, she began bouncing a pink flip flop off of her heel.
Rob scanned the rest of the bus. No one else was listening, of course. Not like he was. He knew everyone was listening, even the half a dozen people who were punching buttons on their own cell phones. He knew it was impossible to block out the human voice when trapped in a forty foot metal cylinder with them. He knew he was evolutionarily programmed to listen. He knew he didn't actually...
"Yeah. Everyone does. It's like holy or something." She paused and switched the cross of her legs. "Yeah." Now the other flip flop had sprung into action. "Totally."
Rob tried looking at the guy next to him as a distraction. He was maybe 30 years old but really athletic looking, so probably older actually. Black hair. Like the kind that...
"That's what I'm talking about. Pizza. And compare that to what?" She dug her nails into the dark roots of her dyed blond hair, as if the return of the natural color was some pest to be scratched away. "Yeah, exactly. Nothing. Oh hey, this is it. I'll totally be home in like one minute."
Rob closed his eyes so he didn't have to see her leave.
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