The usual bus ride is like no any ordinary for me. I stare at nowhere and oftentimes watch other people doing their own routine outside. It's almost one in the afternoon and far from rush hour. The bus isn't loaded like yesterday while I was going home and I suddenly felt the need of grabbing my earphones to listen few music again.
While I am scanning for it inside my Tote bag, I notice a yellow-liked thing under the seat in front of me. The bus is carpeted and I do not expect someone throwing their garbage inside the bus. It's just so inappropriate but now, I really notice a garbage— for the first time.
My forehead furrows when it's a familiar chocolate drink. I then remember the guy who gave me this kind of drink and on how he almost swift off the shelf of that chocolate drink yesterd
