POV: Emma
I've discovered there are only two kinds of people who miss Bus Twenty-Three.
Tourists.
And Damian.
I spotted him from half a block away.
He stood at the bus stop with one hand in his pocket, staring at the route map as if it had personally offended him.
Three buses pulled in and out while he remained exactly where he was.
I slowed my pace.
Curiosity got the better of me.
"What are you doing?"
He turned, looking almost relieved to see me.
"I'm waiting."
"I can see that."
"For Bus Twenty-Seven."
I looked at the sign.
Then back at him.
"There isn't a Twenty-Seven."
"There isn't?"
"No."
He frowned at the timetable.
"I've been here for fifteen minutes."
"I know."
"You walked by earlier?"
"I did."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I wanted to see how long your confid
