Anne was lucky, that she knew but she wasn't as lucky as she thought. She was able to get a bus immediately she got to the bus-stop.
She entered the bus, breathing hard as she sat. The little exercise she did by running to catch the bus has left Anne breathless.
Anne's pulse quickened as she settled into the bus seat, her chest rising and falling with the effort of catching her breath. The rhythmic hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop to the chaotic sprint she had just endured. Her mind raced, replaying the frantic moments leading up to her timely arrival at the bus stop.
In the midst of her recovery, a familiar jingle pierced the air. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she fumbled to retrieve it, the screen displaying Richmond's name in bold letters. The weight of the unexpected call settled on her shoulders.
Anne placed a hand over her chest, her heartbeat that was receding slowly, returning to it's normal tempo had now increased.
