Aisha sat at the seat on the bus with a heavy look on her face and seemed to weigh her shoulders. Her briefcase sat on her lap and she rested her arms on them, her claws clicking every time she tapped the screen and they tapped against the glass.

She looked up from whatever social media she had been scrolling when the boss came to a stop, shifting in her seat accordingly. She looked up as the people came filling in, watching out for any pregnant women or elderly. She was not a heartless person, and even though her feet throbbed in her heels and her spine felt like hot fire anytime she moved, she wasn't gonna hog a seat someone needed more.