He was running late and would probably miss the bus.
The wintery air was chilly and he was walking into the drizzle. He didn’t fancy having to wait around in the wind for the next one. But, sure enough, at a distance he watched the bus turn up. A few people climbed aboard and it moved away slowly. As it did, he became aware of a woman rounding the corner. She too had missed it. She didn’t look at all happy. She was rugged up against the weather as he was. He stood across the street knowing that he had no choice but to stand around in the cold for several minutes. As he crossed, he saw the woman huddling in the shelter. Ducking in beside her he smiled, saying, “Never mind, there’ll be another in ten minutes.”
She smiled back.