It was raining so hard outside that my umbrella had been useless for hours, but I still kept walking towards the bus stop anyway. My shoes were soaked through, and I couldn't even feel cold anymore. I was alone on this storm-soaked street corner, waiting for the midnight bus home after work. A gust of wind whipped through the darkness, whipping up a flurry of raindrops around me. The only light around came from the neon reflections of the abundant signs of the local business and the dim, underpowered streetlights. The headlights of the automated bus finally washed over me as it pulled up to the corner, its creaky double doors automatically slang open as I stepped up into it. As usual, no driver. The city had begun using automated, driverless buses during the late midnight shifts in order to cut costs; I honestly liked it because it usually meant I could enjoy my long awaited ride home from work in blissful isolation.
I sat myself near the back, content on watching the rainfall through the window as the bus drove through the dark streets. Nobody else ever took this bus route, I was almost always alone on my trips home from work. The bus had gone a few blocks; I was relaxed and even almost asleep when bus lurched and came to an unexpected stop. I looked out to see it had stopped at one of the corners that it usually passes on a consistent basis, but to my personal dismay, there was someone waiting there.
The doors swung open, letting the loud patter of the outside rain invade the somber silence of the bus. Then I heard the distinct sound of high heeled boots clacking against the metal steps and unto the plastic floorboards. "Who dared invade on my private use of public transportation?" I sarcastically thought to myself as the figure walked down middle aisle.
To my surprise it was a woman, a rather gorgeous-looking one at that. I got more than a chance to look at her as she walked all the way up to me and took a seat in a bench adjacent to mine in the back. I was slightly alarmed and confused, 'Why did she do that? Why here?' I thought to myself as she impetuously chose to seat herself next to the only other passenger on this bus, in the middle of the night.
Before this bold woman sat down, she removed her soaked raincoat, revealing a cream white blouse that was unbuttoned to reveal a more than generous amount of cleavage. Below she wore a tight pleated office skirt. Her black raven hair looked professionally dressed in a ponytail and long bangs that slightly obscured a pair of glasses. From all of this I assumed she was some sort of high ranking office executive of some sort. I tried not to make my visual inspection of this obviously self-made woman obvious, but I found it difficult to keep my eyes from her face, specifically her bright crimson lipstick that accented her nice looking lips. The woman did not greet or even seem to acknowledge me in anyway as she seated herself, defaulting to her phone which she began to scroll through. I watched the indistinguishable reflections that danced on her glasses while she looked gazed at the screen with a bored, unreadable expression.
After a couple minutes of agonizingly awkward silence the woman seemed to notice me eyeing the little bit of her brassiere that was poking out from under her partially unbuttoned blouse.
"Something wrong?" She finally broke the pattering of the rain with a soothing, honey-like voice spiced with maturity.
I quickly averted my gaze to the window, embarrassed. I could feel the blush rising on my cheeks. One of her manicured hands left her phone to brush her hair to the side. "What's your name, handsome?" She asked nonchalantly.