Red was riding a bus to her destination. It wasn’t too far but she needed a ride to get there, especially at night. It was a shame that she couldn’t use the money she had to buy a car or a motorcycle. That would make her everyday commute far easier.  It also prevented perverts or assholes from harassing her.  The bus was empty except for a few usual night residents. There was an unconscious drunk, an overworked white-collar worker, and a sweaty suburban athlete. This was the usual crowd that Red interacted with at times like these. The clients that went to her boss were not these types of people.  Red leaned on the window as she watched city lights pass by. She felt cold, hungry, and tired. Cold because she forget her coat, hungry because she only