The bus had shown up, and surprisingly Pascal was almost wishing it hadn't. It was so late, it may as well not have shown up any ways. Of course, as a man he had ulterior motives to wanting the bus to stay away but what could ya do? You could hug him! Pascal figured he was good but he never thought he was that good. It was more or less a goodbye hug, he did realize this eventually but Pascal would have been lying if he had said he wasn't hoping that hug would leave him to a nice baseball field somewhere.
"I suppose this is goodbye Zia, hello heavy textbooks," he teased, parting from Zia's friendly hug so he could retrieve his satchel from the ground. He groaned, lifting the bag unpleasantly while he fiddled around for bus fare. It was unfortunate but there was no way he'd be able to offer Zia the seat next to him on the bus when his bag was next in line for that position. He'd be a gentleman and give her his seat and leave the books there before he'd sit the heavy satchel on his lap. The least he could do right now was offer her the opportunity to get on the bus first, so that's what he did.
"Ladies first," he said, shuffling his hand so it laid out in the direction of the bus door.
