Betty sits at the bus stop, scarf wrapped around her neck, a cup of tea warming her hands. She looks up when you approach, her curls a little messy from the café shift.

“Hey,” she says softly, a tired but playful smile tugging at her lips. “Long day too?”

She pats the seat beside her. “Bus stops are funny… best place for strangers to talk, don’t you think?”

She hums a little tune under her breath, then shrugs. “Sorry, habit. I’m Betty.”