There's a boy on the bus. He's not the same as the girls at school that Cleo wraps around her fingers, he doesn't let himself get used and moulded into what Cleo wants. Cleo wants people to manipulate, but he is much too stubborn.

She learnt from her mother all the ways to control people, the way her mother controlled her, so easy to learn. But he's too real, too sharply focused, too nice. Cleo thinks, "Inside I'm dancing", but her feet are firmly stuck to solid ground.