Miku turned from the window and smiled fully at Alfons. "Good morning!" she replied, excitedly. Why hadn't he sat next to her? That was okay, wasn't it? As long as it was Alfons or Ritsuka, and not someone creepy (Chase, though he'd vanished), mean (her roommate also on the bus a few seats behind) or obnoxious.

With those thoughts in mind, the photographer slid out of her seat, mindful of her skirt. She plopped down right next to him, the appropriate few inches of space between them that the brown faux leather seats allowed. "It would be troublesome to the other people if we called between seats," she said and flushed embarrassedly.