Bus Conversation

Stevie took his seat upstairs at the front of the bus, and mentally leaned into the conversation behind him

A: "So, you design? You're a designer?"
B: ¦¦¦¦¦¦..
A: "You design houses? Have you ever designed a restaurant, or a bar?"
B: "Well¦no not really designed, you know.."
A: "Yeah, yeah, it's very creative, it can be quite deep. Do you dream? Do you get chased in your dreams?"
B: ¦¦¦¦¦¦
A: "Do you get real sexual angst? Fears of getting older and¦"
B: "Yeah, I get scared about growing older, I think about it. I dream about it sometimes."
A: "That's interesting. I mean, people dream similar stuff, that's why they can interpret dreams. We're all dreaming the same things. There's books on it.
Don't know if it works cross-culturally though. We'll check it on the internet. There's bound to be a website on dreams."

The bus slowed for its stop and they were up to get off. Stevie checked them out from the corner of his eye. This "designer was maybe 19 ' 20 years old, South- East Asian with the classic cuteness, full lips and androgynous looks, masculinity only just reconfirmed by his unshaven face. But he wasn't skinny, he was solid looking. Smiling away, looking slightly clueless. Designer my arse, thought Stevie.
Mr "You're a designer? was in his forties and gone to seed. Very tall, with scruffy sandy hair, and a goatee in need of a trim (or, even better, removal). So close to cutie boy it seemed like they were touching, but closer observation proved they weren't, but it looked like he was guarding his new-found possession, couldn't believe his luck, and expected it to run out any second. Before they went down the stairs to get off, he muttered some things into cutie boy's ear. Cutie looked down and smiled. Stevie couldn't really hear, but he did overhear the word "cock. Goatee clocked this, tried to stare Stevie out, to no avail, but played it fairly cool in an expressionless way, then hustled the oblivious Mr Cutie down the stairs. Sonny watched them alight, still so close to each other that it looked like they were holding hands. Once again, closer inspection revealed this not to be the case. Goatee was just protecting his property.