Claire was on her second beer when she looked at the time. Her bus was leaving in ten minutes. She had been distracted by the handsome man who sat down next to her at the bar across the street from the station. She chugged the rest of her beer and excused herself, grabbing her purse and running out the door. The bus was about to leave when she got there. The driver frowned as he let her in, shaking his head. The bus was m...