Sara waited patiently, as the coach rolled into the small bus station at the edge of Little Owlton. Or tried to, she thought, catching her heeled boot tapping insistently on the pavement again.
It was a sleepy little village, practically indistinguishable from plenty others, in Yorkshire, but being host to White Rose University had given it a bigger spot on the map. The university campus was spread comfortably over the top of a hill overlooking the countryside for miles around, not to mention Little Owlton itself, nestled about on the slope, and below.  It must have been bigger than the village ever had been, at one time, but there was a lot of new building going on, to accommodate for the growing student and working population.
Sara hadn't been feeling particularly sleepy, lately, though. She was barely a third of the way into her first year of university, mere months since she'd moved out on her own, for the first time. Away from home, Carrington, her family, and friends. And th