The one in front reached for the passenger door's handle, it was locked. The other side soon did the same, it was locked too. For a brief moment there was a dead lock. The lighting into the front seats was extremely poor but if someone stared hard enough they could see the legs of Tarent and Piettro.
Piettro turned his head to Tarent, Tarent looked back...they were both expressionless, even in the bad lighting Piettro could tell that Tarent had no suggestion. Soon a face appeared in Piettro's window, his breath creating a smear of mist as it left his nose and was propelled down the glass. He seemed to see nothing and withdrew his attempt to look into the bus. The same happened on Tarent's side, it seemed he too couldn't see anything. The four men near the bus discussed amongst themselves the way forward,
"Looks like no one's here man." Said the man closest to Tarent's window.
"Yeah well, the fact is everyone knows to park in the parking lot." Replied the man closest to Pietro's