Narrative Story idea #2

Ahoy me Bloggers :- I'm on a bus. Observing. He is on the phone, at the back of the bus. She is on the phone, at the front of the bus. He can see her, but she doesn't know that he is on the bus. He speaks gentle words into his mouthpiece. Tears run from her eyes. It's raining, yes it's raining, the tears of her face merge into her reflection in a rain-streaked window. She says something into her phone. He is startled. He shouts into the phone. She closes her yes. Fade to black.