The noon streets were busy as ever, bustling with citizens who went on with their day-to-day businesses.
On one of these streets, a young man who occasionally got the attention of ladies moved with purpose. His face wasn't hardened, wasn't scrunched, just blank.
You couldn't tell what he was thinking. You couldn't guess where he was going. He just moved graciously, like he didn't care about the world or what was happening around him.
But frankly, he was rationalizing, formulating ideas and picturing possibilities.
Only he knew what he was up to.
He suddenly halted his steps on a bus-stop, waiting patiently for the next arrival.
He glanced at the digital box attached to the pole rigidly fixated into the ground, noting the information displayed there.
→ Estimated time before next arrival: 7 minutes.
He patiently stood, not bothering to take a seat behind him. He had pressing issues.
