Friday, January 30th, 5:00pm
Phil (and Zoey)
Phil sits at the window. Zoey takes the seat beside him.
Phil: Cold out.
Zoey: It’s warm in the bus.
Phil: I don’t like the bus.
Zoey: Why are you on it?
Phil: I’m waiting for my new car to be ready. My old one died.
Zoey: Yeah? What’d it die of?
Phil: Old age.
Phil: Do you work downtown?
Zoey: Nah. I go to school.
Phil: Oh really? What are you taking?
Zoey: Yeah. I’m doing a thesis on how people talk to each other when they’re on public transportation.
Phil: Really. I’m probably the last person you want to talk to then.
Zoey: Why’s that?
Phil: Because I don’t like to talk to people on the bus. I wish I wasn’t even on the bus.
Zoey takes notes.
Next stop: Saturday, January 31st, 10:00pm
Author’s note: These Scenes are written independently, occasionally featuring the same character from a former scene. Please click on the names in the tags to follow a character’s story. (Phil) (Zoey)