Tammy Lecrae was currently very irritated because she was standing at a bus stop and the bus was late. Her deep brown hair tumbled past the chin-high popped collar of the beige trench coat that she wore. The coat was long enough that the tops of her knee-high brown boots could not be seen.

The bus was now 15 minutes late – rather a long time when one’s schedule was planned down to the minute. This was putting Tammy very far behind. A small crowd had gathered around her, which although they didn’t know it was exactly according to plan. Except for one of them, who was really bothering her. He just sat on the bench across the sidewalk. And he was wearing sunglasses. Even though the sky was overcast.

Tammy couldn’t stand it. Maybe because it made her nervous. She hated being nervous.

“Ah, finally,” a young mother who was waiting next to Tammy moved up closer to the street as the bus had been spotted.

The doors opened and a familiar face stepped down to Tammy amid the crowds and bus exhaust fumes.