Waiting for the tram, Sacha sheltered from the intermittent rain under the plastic roof of the tram stop. Rona stood unconcerned outside, watching like a child the minutes tick down on the digital display overhead.

Eventually the minutes were replaced simply by the word "now"; two minutes later the tram arrived. Sacha didn't move, but watched as Rona once again leaped up the steps. "Well hurry up then!" Rona suddenly shouted from inside the tram, beckoning, and Sacha rushed forward and got on board just in time; the driver rung the tram's bell and the doors heaved shut, and the tram continued down Victoria Parade.

"No ticket inspector, then" muttered Sacha, more to herself than to Rona.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing." Sacha looked grumpily around the tram.

"You all right?" asked Rona.

"Me? Fucking wonderful. And what about you?"

Rona shrugged, oblivious to any discontent in Sacha's voice. "Oh, good, you know. It's the end of the weekend for what that's worth. Sunday used to be my least favourite day of the week, you know what I mean? 'Cause of having to go to uni or school or whatever the next day. Too much of a sense of the weekend slipping away. Now I've been out of paid work for so long it all kinda blurs together. You know?"

"Sure."

"What about you?"

"I need a job. Guess I'll go into the city again tomorrow to show my C.V. around."

"Right."

The tram made a dog-leg where Victoria Parade became Victoria Street. Rona reached up for the cord. "Let's get off here" she chirped as she pulled on the cord.

"Guess I can't really say no" said Sacha. The tram stopped and the doors hissed open, and Sacha and Rona got off into Victoria Street, and a light rain.