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Da Bin steps out of Smokey's, letting the door slam behind her. The white plastic bag with "Smokey's 24 Convenience" printed dully on the front dangles from her elbow, jostling the ramen cups and Oreos inside. Puffing her cheeks out in minor annoyance--those doors were always so heavy--she steps aside to the bus stop, a faded sign that she likes to think was once a bright shade of blue. The bus is late again. She does not really care, because once she's home she'll be bombarded with "it's much too late for you to be out"s and "where have you been"s and "you're grounded young lady"s. Sometimes a girl just needs her Oreos, a concept which her stepfather seems to have not grasped yet. Her reflection is cut short as a bus appears in front of her, so suddenly to appear as though it wasn't traveling, but it arrived anyway. Perhaps she was thinking to deeply--yes, of course, she'd always been a daydreamer. Da Bin pushes her bangs out of her face and boards the bus, paying no attention to the route printed on the front of the bus but assuming it's the one she needs.
"Junmyeon Court please!" She chirps, giving the bus driver a cheeky smile, as though they share an old inside joke. A second passes, and her smile turns into a look of utter confusion at the sight of a male driver rather than the usual elderly lady who gives Da Bin gum.
"Erm, this is route 7, right?" She adds, peering around the bus with a sort of nervous amazement. She brushes a hair off her short checkered skirt and straightens it expectantly before turning back to the driver and mumbling "I uh, don't want to be any later than I already am…"