The bus pulls up beside a public telephone into which a man is shouting. He wears paint-spattered dark green work pants and a battered white T-shirt. His brand-new baseball cap sits backward atop his tousled mop of sandy brown hair. He is pacing as far as the line will allow him and gesturing wildly with his free hand, which holds a cigarette. Suddenly he stops moving, relaxes a bit, takes a drag on his cigarette, holds it such that his thumb and index finger touch his lips as he inhales long and slow. A funny expression passes over his face as the bus enters his sight line. His body goes a bit slack and his eyes fix on the vehicle's side. The ad is reflected in a shop window: a lithe woman lying on her side wearing mesh underwear and a sultry grin.
A woman jogs close behind the man, tosses him a look as she passes him, but he is still ogling the bus, doesn't notice her lean, agile body glowing from the run or her long shiny black braid bouncing from one buttock to the other with each step of her trot. His eyes follow the bus as it pulls from its stop, he turns back to the phone as the jogger gives up and goes on.