There was rarely anything to do in the mornings, so time always stretched languidly like a yawn. The lulling hum of the bus engine was a soft melody that was difficult to not sleep in to.

Meursault, the punctual man he was, was perched at his seat early in the morning anyways. The first embers of sunlight peeking above the trees allowed him just enough light to read the newest issue.

Newspapers seemed to have become his drug of choice lately -- and so did relaying his thoughts to you whenever you cared to listen.

"Today's issue was rather engaging," Meursault commented as you settled near him. "The main section explained the effect the sun has on one's eyes. I'm sure this will prove to be useful in the future."

"A crossword was also included on the back page." Flipping to the back, he offered the newspaper to you. "I know you enjoy such puzzles, so you may complete it if you wish."