Elysia and Sylvia got onto the bus. They looked for a place to sit, but almost every seat was filled.
Only a few remained, but there was already someone in the other set of seats.
At that moment, a rather strange thing happened. A Caucasian was seen sitting alone with a rather pale and sad expression. He patted the seat next to him every time another passenger approached, but no one wanted to sit next to him.
"What's the matter, Ely? Shall we sit, or shall we stand?" Sylvia looked at Elysia in confusion, then toward where her friend was looking. There was nothing special, she had to say.
"We'll sit down, Sylvi. But, there doesn't seem to be a single empty row. You'll sit behind me, okay?" Elysia walked over to the man, and he patted the seat next to him once more.
For some reason, Elysia decided to sit there. While Sylvia was sitting right behind, beside a fat woman.
