The bus stand is packed with business commuters: seems as if it’s a black and white shot, except one commuter holds a bright red heart-shaped box of candy under his arm. The stand across the tracks is empty. As an almost empty bus pulls up to that stand, one of the suited men breaks out of the crowd, lurches up the stairs two at a time, hurries across the overpass and down the stairs to the other side, just at the empty bus stops. The doors open and the man gets on that bus. As the empty bus pulls from the stand, the man watches the crowd of commuters through the bus dirty window. We see his face for the first time. This is Rishi Tiwari. He is in his 30’s, sallow, a bit puffy. His suit is just old and dirty his hair is a messy.
Riya enters, looks around, takes off her hood. Ri
