What was he going to have for breakfast?

It was my first time entering the bus park, although I had heard of it long enough to know that the new bus park was, in fact, quite old.

I was told I’d find the bus from Naya bus park. What I wasn’t told, although I should have expected it, was that navigating the said bus park wouldn’t be as easy as my Pathao ride. I had taken a ten-minute ride with a young man who leaned more on the bubbly side of the personality chart. As such, I had to involuntarily participate in a conversation I knew was destined to fail.