Late

At this point, the bus seemed to be running at least half an hour late, but Mark still waited there patiently for it. In all honesty, he didn’t feel like he had much of a choice. Calling a taxi was off the table. After all, it was a taxi that was the reason he now had the body of a gorgeous woman. His body had been stolen by the driver, and then he had been able to be steal this woman’s body after that. While the odds of running into that same taxi were low, he still saw it as to much of a risk. He didn’t ever want there to even be the slightest chance of losing this body; it was far too amazing. And so he waited for the bus, no matter how late it was.