The girl climbs the steps of the bus hastily. Sighing softly, she seats herself next to the young man headed towards his office, who glares at her for disturbing him.
Eventually, they start chatting, and become friends. They admire the beautiful weather.
They do not notice the man in black sitting with his hands folded, as if waiting for something to happen.
The morning is lovely, and none of the passengers know that they are going to die.
Eventually, they start chatting, and become friends. They admire the beautiful weather.
They do not notice the man in black sitting with his hands folded, as if waiting for something to happen.
The morning is lovely, and none of the passengers know that they are going to die.
