Swipe and Pay on the Last Bus of the Day

It was standing room only, always the same on a rainy Saturday night, a sea of vacant faces and glazed expressions. I was sandwiched between a woman with a lot to say and a good looking man, I found out later, called Paul.
The bus jerked us about. Someone nearby really needed to wash their neck. Paul and I collided for the whole journey. We apologised whilst sharing an uncomfortable look then awkwardly got off at the same stop.
Thankfully he hadn’t noticed his missing card; I did a food shop bought some shoes then threw it into the Clyde.