It's morning, and he's walking to the bus-stop.
It's morning, and she's walking to the bus-stop.
It's morning, and they're both walking to the bus-stop. He stops for coffee. She beats him there by about two minutes. She gets on the wrong bus because she's new here.
He gets on the right bus.
It's morning, and he's walking to the bus-stop, and she's not going to make the same mistake again, but her alarm clock doesn't go off and she misses the bus.
It's morning, and he's running to the bus but he misses it and she doesn't notice him running behind it.
It's morning, and she stopped because there was a homeless person that was lying in the middle of the sidewalk who wasn't moving, so she called the cops and they sent someone, and he gets on the bus.
It's morning, and they get on the same bus but he's intrigued by an article about genetic engineering in The Atlantic Monthly.
It's morning, and she's talking on the phone and he's just vaguely annoyed.
It's morning, and the guy at the coffee place in line in front of him spilled coffee on him and he had to go back.
It's morning, but it's Saturday, so she doesn't take the bus.
It's morning, and he got up just a little bit late so he didn't have time to stop for coffee or The Atlantic Monthly and she got up on time and her cell phone is out of batteries and that homeless guy went to a shelter and they both get on the right bus and they sit next to each other.
And it's kind of nice, even though neither of them expected it.