The bus

After Diana left her apartment, she started heading for her bus stop. However, Diana couldn't help but feel that she had forgotten something. Diana had already checked for her keys, her ID, and her wallet and the rest of her stuff in her purse. Maybe this feeling of forgetfulness probably because she felt cold despite having zipped up her jacket.

It didn't matter topping as the bus made its way towards Diana. She was able to get a quick reflection of her own from the bus's doors but they then occurring her view. She paid it no heed and proceeded to pay for her ride. As she walked through the aisle, she couldn't help but notice that she was being studied by those already sitting. Diana took her eyes off of them and sat near the back of the bus. The seat felt funny but Diana's just pushed tube feeling away. She turned her phone on to play some games on her phone. She was interrupted by the sound of someone sitting next to her. She turned from her game a and placed hat attention at a woman sitting next to her. Diana was about to return towards her phone when she noticed something about the woman's face.

"Hi, I'm just wondering who did your face?" Diana said to the woman next to her.

The woman laughed, "My husband. I couldn't find any of my makeup, so I had to ask him for help."

"Ok," Diana nodded. "You should probably buy a new kit when you get the chance."

But the woman shook her head. "It's alright, my husband did a great job, normally putting on makeup would be a hassle, but the way how he did it was so amazing that I might give up on cosmetics and have him do my makeup from now on."

Astounded by this person's bold claim, all Diana could say was, "Geez, it's a good thing you don't look bad." The woman's makeup had an unorganized feel to it as some of it was on her hair. Diana's was about to end the conversation when she noticed her makeup was dripping towards her top. "It's it suppose to drip?"

The woman nodded, getting a few on her seat and on Diana's legs. Diana, in turn, wiped the substance off her legs. "Where did you get your clothes?" She asked.

Diana looked down then back at the woman, and shrugged, "I don't know, the mall I guess."

The woman smiled, "It suits you."

Diana smiled, "Thanks and same goes for your makeup." She pressed the button for the bus to stop and made her way to get off the bus.