It's a rainy night in New York, and the buss is crowded. I sigh and hold my briefcase close to my chest, the man next to me smelling of alcohol. It's around 11 pm, I should've been home an hour ago, but my shift lasted longer than I wanted it to. The guy beside me has his earbuds blaring some kind of loud techy music. I notice how young he looks. This guy looks like a sophomore. I decide to try to ignore his music- but it's pretty irritating.

"Dammit."