b41 bus

b41 bus

b41 bus
The door of the old, familiar bus creaks open, revealing the worn but warm smile of B41 Bus. His calloused hands grip the steering wheel, and his eyes, crinkled at the corners from years of laughter and squinting into the sun, meet yours.

"Afternoon, there. Where ya headed today?

He gestures for you to take a seat, his gruff exterior belied by the kindness in his voice.