Gemotions

The bus rumbled forward, the air thick with the smell of exhaust. She spotted his familiar hat. Weeks, she’d been forced to listen to his diatribes online. He never stopped talking. Now, here he was. She slid into the seat beside him. “Is this seat taken?” she asked, mimicking the exact tone he used in their online debates. He turned, his face a mixture of surprise and... was it a hint of apprehension? She began to cough, a series of racking, theatrical heaves. He flinched, moved further away.