She arrived at the bus station in good time, finding a spot on one of the benches. People milled around, some waiting for their buses, others lost in their phones or reading newspapers. A slight chill in the air made Evelyn tug her jacket tighter around her shoulders, but there was no sense of urgency—everything was as it should be.
She sat back, pulling out her phone to check her messages. A text from her friend Sara popped up, asking if they were still on for dinner tonight. Evelyn smiled. It was the usual back-and-forth, nothing out of the ordinary. She replied with a quick “Yes, see you later!” and put her phone away, content to wait for the bus to arrive.