Bus

The aging bus groaned to a stop, its diesel engine sputtering to a halt. The worn, vinyl seats were sticky with the residue of countless passengers, and the air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, exhaust, and stale food. Sunlight filtered through grimy windows, casting dancing shadows on the tired faces of the commuters. Outside, the city unfolded in a cacophony of honking horns and hawking vendors, a stark contrast to the quiet monotony within the bus.