It was early in the morning. You huffed as the jeepney was slowly being filled.

A boy in red jacket and pudding-like hair sat next to you. Your eyes glanced to the print on his uniform. Nekoma.

He had his headphones around his neck. He looked stoic as he stared at his phone.

You suddenly hear his voice, his shoulder bumping due to the movement of the jeepney, "Miss, could you pass...?" he held out his coins.

You felt your heart skip a beat. It felt suffocating. But a part of you thought maybe this was a nice jeepney ride for once.