Chapter 7: A Note Part 3
No matter how he looked at him, the guy seemed like the type who would pin down some helpless girl.
'No, Luck, don't be so quick to assume. He might be like me... misunderstood because of his looks. Yeah, that's right—never judge a book by its cover.'
He nodded, feeling proud of himself for this little moment of enlightenment.
The middle-aged man spotted him, and their eyes met. The man smiled. A knowing, awkward smile, and suddenly, they looked like comrades who both faced the same discrimination.
'I get you, man. You're just interested in what she's playing, right?' He nodded and gave a thumbs-up.
Sitting down, he switched on his phone, trying to mind his own business.
Few minutes later, he heard the rumble of a bus getting nearer.
With a hiss, the bus doors opened.
Some rushed in to grab the best seats, others paused at the entrance, fumbling with bags or scanning their tickets again.
Elderly boarded cautiously, gripping the handrails for balance, while younger travelers wandered in, earbuds plugged in, barely noticing their surroundings.
When he finally got inside, he was surprised to see that most of the spots were already taken.