I thought I was standing behind a fellow lone female traveler as I was waiting for the bus.
But when the bus started to board, she kept looking frantically behind her and texting someone.
Then, I thought I saw a really cute lone male traveler to connect with.
He was the person the “lone female traveler” was waiting for.
July 29, 2016 at 7:29 am
The shortest, short story I ever loved.