citrus

She's just getting into the bus, terribly excited and talking loudly because of it. She's telling her about how her mom's hell bent on engaging her to, not a Mangy dude [that wouldn't be so bad] but a dude from Mangalore, if you please and thank you very much. And there she is, making fun of them saying, 'Oh my god, just imagine one of those moustache uncles... etc etc'
Three seconds after the call ends, the idiot brain kick starts itself. The eyes make a quick, subtle dart to person sitting on right of her. That's a moustache for sure... she turns a light shade of red. Doesn't even dare think about the dudes behind her.
There's her stop, thank God.
She hurries out, thankful for the long hair that somewhat hides her face and scurries into the building.