WE LOCKED EYES for an instant, not enough time to guess the young woman’s expression under her black niqab. An intrigued stare through the narrow eyehole.
She pivoted and stepped up, one black gloved hand grasping the banister, into the crowded green bus that idled loudly at the curb. The other passengers parted, careful not to touch her, and an old man rose to offer her his seat. I jogged on.