Mingi was standing by the bus stop, waiting for the bus with his hands in his pockets. He had his hood up over his head, with one of his earbuds in his right ear. It was raining out, looking pretty dim and cold when it was. He was on a call with his boss, so he was talking.

“Yes, yes, I know I’m going to be late for work, the bus is probably stuck in traffic.”

He sighed, he always hated traffic. He didn’t seem to notice you.