Kaya pov
I squeezed through the crowded transport car door, the humid air thick with the smell of exhaust and too many bodies packed together for the evening rush, my bag slung over one shoulder bumping against strangers as I looked for an open spot on the long bench seat that ran along the side.
The car was one of those shared rides that picked up people from different stops, already half full with folks staring at their phones or out the windows, the engine rumbling low as the driver waited for the last passengers.
My feet ached from standing all day at work, and all I wanted was to sit down for the thirty minute ride home, maybe scroll through my feed to unwind.
There was a small gap between a guy in a suit tapping away on his laptop and an older woman knitting something colorful,
