back to my vague drabble bullshit

She stood alone under the canopy of the bus stop, a few cars passing by on the road wet with rain and obscured by mist.

It has been hours, and she had been standing for hours as well. The bench had fallen into disrepair.

The figure sighed and pulled out her phone to check the time. She tucked her device back in and pulled down her hood.

A waterfall of long and luscious golden hair cascaded down her back, contrasting against the dark brown coat she wore.

There was a glint of gold on her neck. A necklace.

She touched it briefly, then let her hand fall back down to her side when a bus arrived.

The door opened.

"Greed?" the person who catered to the passengers asked.

"Yes," she replied.

"You're young," the caterer said as he helped the sin up.

"The body is seventeen," Greed replied.

And with that, the three people in the bus fell silent as the vehicle moved again, surrounded by mist and the occasional droplets of rain water.