Stochastic

According to my usual routine, I got on the last bus, it was relatively empty, yet I grabbed the last seat. I was looking out from the window and it was raining. As I moved with the bus towards my stop, I was absorbed in my world. There were few people in the bus and all of them looked so tired. Their faces were all trying to convey a certain story. I felt that this bus ride is like a peaceful break for them as it is from me. The bus wasn't just saving them from the rain, but also from the life that awaits after the ride ends. The only person who is not the part of this break session was the bus driver. A voice suddenly interrupted my reverie, asking, "Can I have that seat?" Well, initially I was flustered because more or less the whole bus was empty so I wasn’t expecting any companion beside me and I didn’t even notice anyone to get up. He was still looking at me waiting for my approval to let him sit. I gently replied “Ye- Yeah Sure”. He sat down and I felt awkward li...