It was snowing that day. Veronica was on the bus to school that day. It was icy cold and a scarf was wound tightly around her neck. Sitting close to her on the bus was a slim-looking man. He wasn’t big in size, he looked older than her, a year or so. Her instincts told her to ignore the, go about her business, she had classes to attend. But instead, she had abandoned all forms of reasoning. She looked at him and waved, “Hi!” There was more excitement in her voice than nervousness.
“Hi.” He groaned in reply. He raised his head up and it was then Veronica knew he wasn’t old. He looked tired and worked out but not so old.
“I am on my way to school. And you?”
“I don’t school. I have a mechanic shop that I run with my friend and cousin.” He didn’t seem interested in striking a conversation w
