AFTERMATH ON ATTACHMENTS
Once again, I chose to take the bus to my postgraduate class. The campus is pretty isolated from the city, so about 95% of the passengers are usually university students. On the way back, I get off at the first stop the bus makes on campus. It arrives completely empty, so I get in early and position myself more or less in the right spot. That gives me the advantage of placing my hand before someone usually settles into the seat and stretches their legs.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a face shot of this girl, but she was a white girl with light brown hair, probably around 21 to 23 years old. She kept moving her feet in a way that the sole of her Converse kept scraping against my fingers, applying pressure now and then.