#12. Rhythm
Tobias bobs his head to the loud music from his headphones, the rhythm matching the beating of his heart.
He looks towards the front of the bus from where he stands and notes that his stop is up next. Turning off his music, he slips off his headphones.
Yet the music continues.
He glances at the girl beside him. Her hand is inches away from his on the aisle pole they're sharing. She stares blankly out the window in front of her as her blonde head nods to the blaring music from her headphones.
The same music.
The same rhythm.