The man's head snaps around from looking out the window, surprised. "What?" he asks without thinking.
"Nice view," the girl on the bus seat next to him repeats, sounding like she wishes she hadn't said anything.
"Yeah," he agrees. "You like the desert?" he asks, almost too quickly. After almost five hours of silence, he suddenly doesn't want the conversation to stop.
"I guess," the girl says, shrugging. "I'm Angela," she adds.
"Dave," the man lies instinctively, and immediately feels a twinge of regret. Too late now.
"So where are you going, Dave?" she asks, like she doesn't really care.