each other pretty well. He was a friendly guy, Herb – middle aged, African-American, and a little on the pudgy side. He always asked her how her day was, and she usually told him. He had the habit of making himself laugh; a habit that could easily become annoying but on him it was kind of endearing. But this guy didn’t look friendly. He wasn’t a large man, but he was gruff – his uniform hat hid most of his face, but she could see he had a grayish beard coming in. He was a white guy, with kind of reddish skin, and pale green eyes. Jamie hesitated at the steps of the bus, and that’s when he turned to look at her. And he smiled. It was strange seeing a smile on that face; something about it wasn’t quite right.

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