Tink was tired of waiting. It seemed like her entire life revolved around seeking something she didn’t quite understand, and it seemed like waiting was her fate. Her one and only duty.
Waiting for the bus to come. Waiting for friends to pop into her life. Waiting for Peter. Who is this Peter that comes to mind?
Without realizing, she sang to herself, while that much needed bus refused to come.
Belle made her way to the bus stop on her way back from work. She was very proud of herself for figuring out how these big buses worked, it wasn’t easy, but she was never one to give up when things got difficult.
As she waited at the bus stop she noticed a small, pretty woman begin to sing. Belle took some time to enjoy it, she was quite good. Something about it sounded...almost listless. “You have a lovely voice.” She finally interrupted to compliment her.













