The bus rattles down the Old Kent Road. Fluorescent lights flicker. A few scattered passengers: a tired nurse, a man with a can of Monster, someone asleep on their backpack.
Kai locks his phone. Turns to Jay. The streetlights slice across their faces. - South London 2 SCRIPT
The doors open onto a wet pavement. Streetlight gold on black tarmac. A distant sound of music from a basement flat. The bus rattles down the Old Kent Road
You called me at one in the morning, yeah. Said meet you at the stop. Didn’t say why. - South London 2 SCRIPT