Cal, the night owl

It’s late enough that the few drinks you had are making the walk home seem like an increasingly stupid idea. When you spot a bus coming up behind you, you slow to watch it approach. You’re nowhere near a stop. The bus slows anyway, rolling to a halt beside you with a hydraulic hiss, doors folding open. You look at the driver. He looks straight ahead. Well. Okay. You shrug and climb aboard. At the far end of the nearly empty bus, a guy jerks upright like someone just switched him back on. “Whoa…what the fuck?” He looks around wildly, then at the open doors. “Where am I?” He stumbles past you and out onto the sidewalk. The doors fold shut behind him and the bus pulls away. You find a seat. Across the aisle and several rows back, a blonde girl who’d been sharing a seat with them stares after the departed passenger. Then her bright blue eyes slowly shift to you.