Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I wonder if it's my imagination. A somber girl flying at the same speed on the side of the bus while it is running. Maybe it's magic. There she was, in the one place I could see through the window. I wonder if she is a terrorist. This bus is a target, that's tough. As long as I stare at her, she doesn't use any offensive magic or inflict any negative effects. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I felt a ripple on the side of the bus. The bus shook slightly. Illusion?　I feel like I'm on one of those ships where they blame you for the belly of the boat. I don't know if high spirited is the right word, but I go with it, and the bus maintains its speed, avoiding the waves as it goes. It runs like it doesn't want to be demeaned. The girl waved at us and even winked at us. Who is she doing this to, me?　I still don't know who she is, because I don't know her.