“Nothing to be done,” Shaun sighed, slumping down onto the plastic seat.
“There won’t be another bus for hours,” Wayne agreed. “Are you sure this is the right place?”
“Of course,” he replied. “I wish it would hurry up though; I’m bursting for a piss.”
He stood up, paced out onto the deserted road, and returned to the shelter.
“Who do you reckon left that there?” Shaun asked, gesturing towards the shoe on the seat. “I wonder if she knows it’s missing.”
“Probably,” Wayne sighed.
“Gabor” Shaun declared, peering into the leather. “Is that a good shoe?”
“Dunno,” his friend said sheepishly.
“She wasn’t at that party though, was she?” Shaun asked.
“I didn’t see anyone with that shoe on,” Wayne confirmed.
“Then, we should wait here just in case she comes back for it.”
“What?” Wayne yelped. “But I’m desperate for a piss!”
“You go on then. It’s dangerous for a woman to be walking alone at this time of night. Especially if she’s only got one shoe.”
“Although,” he added, “I bet a pretty girl like that has a boyfriend to take care of her. I bet she’s wearing his shoes.”
“Well? Shall we go?” Wayne asked.
“But, what happens if she shows up looking for her shoe?” Shaun argued.
“We’ll come back tomorrow and see if it’s still here.”
“But what happens if we miss her picking it up?”
“It’s probably not her shoe anyway,” Wayne declared.
Shaun contemplated this for a moment.
“Well. If it’s not her shoe, we should be going.”
“I think,” Wayne stated, “that we should wait five more minutes. Just to see if she comes back. Let’s wait to hear what she says about us.”
“I hope she gets here soon,” Shaun pondered. “I’m desperate for the loo.”
“We’ll go in five minutes,” Wayne said.
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