The troll scratched his nose, and straightened his tie nervously. The humans were still carefully not watching him.
For almost two hours none of them had risked a glance. There were five of them, their eyes front, backs straight, breathing heavily. His commute was always like this. They were always so scared, and he was tired of it. He’d never eaten anyone because they looked at him funny.
The bus was crowded when it arrived, standing room only, and he could feel the weight of everyone onboard carefully not looking at him.
“I’ll take the next one,” the troll sighed.
Author’s Note: Awkward bus rides… with trolls.