"Thank God, we got the seats. I just wasn't able to stand anymore". He said after sitting on the seat and stifling a yawn. "are you hungry?"
Hearing his voice, she tried to bring her focus back to him, but it was difficult as she was busy looking at the big moving red box, which had soft seats. And things were passing in speed like she was running.
She was sitting comfortably touching and staring at everything. She touched and squeezed her seats. It was softer than the bench she slept on.
When she didn't reply he forced his eyes to open and once again was surprised to see how curious she was about the bus. Like it is magical.
He was amused at the way she was moving her head here and there as if she would lose an important detail if she wouldn't look carefully.
