Ellinor made her way to the bus stop, and just in time, a bus pulled up. She hastened her pace, hopped on the bus, and found a window seat to settle in.
Byran followed her onto the bus, but it was his first bus ride ever. Clueless about paying the fare first, he got a loud wake-up call from the driver, then awkwardly went back to pay.
After paying, Byran, with a grumpy look on his face, sat down next to Ellinor.
Ellinor paid him no mind, just gazing out the window at the scenery, feeling quite chipper.
Byran frowned at Ellinor for a while, then asked, puzzled, "Hey, Ellinor, you're part of the Blanchet family now, why are you still taking the bus?"
Ellinor leaned back in the chair leisurely, "What's wrong with taking the bus? Is the bus not good enough?"
Byran glanced around the bus. Although it was clean and spacious, it certainly wasn't as comfortable as a private car. "Nothing's wrong with it, it's just not as comfortable and convenient as a private car. You can go out anytime, and there's always a car ready to take you wherever. No need to wait at the bus stop."
Ellinor turned to look at Byran, "On the contrary, I don't like having a car always tailing me, waiting on me. To me, taking the bus is convenient. Byran, our world are differnt, we don't have common topics, why bother following me onto the bus? Just get off at the next stop and go home."
Byran frowned, stubbornly saying, "I'm not getting off. I'm sticking with you."
"As you like."
Byran wasn't planning on keeping quiet: "Ellinor, since you know you and I are not from the same world, you should know you and Mr. Blanchet aren't from the same world either."
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