Sara likes that smile. It's friendly and warm, and it's nice to see the other girl loosen up a little when she seemed so nervous before. With a mischievous grin, Sara reaches out to grab Sakura's hand, and starts to run. "Come on," she urges. "If we catch it before everyone else, we'll be able to get the good seats!"

For whatever definition of "good" the bus might have, anyway. The seats were probably all alike, but at least they'd have the option of choosing if they weren't crowding on last. First come, first serve, right?