She was ten minutes late. Fucking bus. Mary wanted to send a text message to Eric and let him know, but she also kind of wanted to make him squirm to see what he would do, so she kept radio silence. The bus was two stops away from the book store now. She was the only person on it, and the rain outside hummed against the windows. When she got on the bus a dozen miles ago, the bus driver, an ugly man in his late 50s, looked at her like she should be ashamed of herself. She was wearing a strange outfit, but that’s no reason to stare at someone like they aren’t human. She tried pushing her skirt down a little bit. She felt the rough bus seat scratching the skin just below her ass.
She took out her phone, turned on the camera, and made sure her makeup was all right. Bright red lipstick. Winged eyes. Rain hadn’t messed it up too much. She contemplated wearing no make up at all, but she was bored, and wanted her face to match the outfit. A ripped band t-shirt. A pencil skirt. Black combat boots. Black leggings.