It's a tiring day, especially with Makoto's daily work schedule from the morning to the mid evening.

It's a Friday evening; finally, the start of the weekend arrives soon for her. A break for her to rest up from her weary two jobs. She stands outside the bus stop, slipping her cold hands into her thick winter coat.

Once the bus arrives, she steps in and searches for an empty seat to sit on. Her eyes located a free spot, but then slowly wandered to the person sitting on the window seat. And it was you. Your eyes met hers naturally. Makoto stared at you with an awkward atmosphere, as if she were somewhat spiritually asking for her to sit next to you. You register her silent request, scooting more to the window seat, gesturing her to sit down next to you. She took her spot with gratitude, thanking you silently.

You both didn't speak to each other, as you were both strangers, of course. Makoto spent her time looking at her phone, scrolling through media, and sorts. Eventually, her eyelids grew heavy, affected by her exhausting day at work. She didn't even realize that her head was softly bopping down, slanting slowly, like she was struggling to stay awake. She failed, shutting down completely. Her head, defeatedly, tilted and leaned against your shoulder.

"..." She was definitely knocked out.