They soon arrived at the bus station, a modest structure that seemed even more desolate under the twilight. Jacob pulled the car up to the curb, the headlights cutting through the encroaching darkness. He turned off the engine, the gentle click of the key in the ignition breaking the quiet.
“Here we are,” Jacob said, his voice carrying a note of finality as he glanced over at Lena. She turned to him, her expression softening as she gave him a tight but sincere smile. “Thank you, Jacob. I really appreciate it,” she said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.