Ava's POV
They got on the bus.
That was the whole of it, for the first few minutes. The simple mechanical fact of boarding, finding seats, putting the bag in the overhead space, sitting down. Ordinary actions performed by ordinary people taking an ordinary bus out of a city that had their faces on a news monitor.
She took the window seat without discussing it. Leo sat beside her, his shoulder against hers in the narrow space, and the bus filled around them with the unhurried noise of people settling in for a long ride the rustling of bags, the particular beeping of the departing signal, the hydraulic sigh of the doors closing.
Then the bus moved.
