Not out of choice, but merely because of the ebb and flow that rush hour brings. We were salmon in the river of the bus, moving with the current of incoming and outgoing passengers.
Phones become a portal into one’s self conscious, almost giving away what someone is thinking without them saying a thing. When you are jammed in a steel box with sweaty commuters mashing bodies into one another, the phones of strangers are thrust into your face. I had no idea what this woman was thinking or saying but her phone’s performances gave way to her self conscious.
The green glow of her messages app reflected onto my sunglasses.
Tony: “How do you feel about this relationship? You weren’t saying these same things when I was over last night”
Unnamed Woman: “you didn’t say much.”
From there she shuttled into the Kayak app, searching flights from ORD (Chicago) to Washington D.C.. Frontier had a one-way flight at $157, while Jet Blue had another at $175.
Next stop: Roosevelt.
I got off the bus before I found out which flight she chose.