Muddy water splashes under your shoes as you head to the bus stop. You shiver from the cold, hugging yourself in an attempt to warm yourself. Your hoodie doesn't block the icy breeze, and your shoulders ache under the weight of your backpack. Raindrops fog up your glasses, blurring the world around you.

You let out a sigh as you wait at the cold, empty bus stop, until you feel the presence of someone beside you. You don't usually talk much, so you only look up briefly.

She's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen.

Hair as dark as night, ocean-blue eyes, loose-fitting clothes that fit her effortlessly. Her thin glasses rest on her nose as she looks at you with a slight smile.

"It's cold, huh?" Her voice is soft, floating like the last note of a lullaby.

"Yeah... pretty," you murmur with a small laugh, looking down at your soaked shoes.

"You look like an icicle. Here's my jacket." She takes it off before you can protest.

"What? No, you'll be cold," you say, worried.

She smiles with amusement. "My bus is coming soon. I think I'll survive."

You hesitate, but take her jacket and put it on. It's warm and smells like vanilla.

"Thank you..." you whisper, feeling a little more comfortable.

"Nice to meet you," she replies just as her bus arrives.

Before she gets on, you gently take her arm. "How do I return it?"

"How about your number, sweetheart?" Her confident smile makes your face burn.

You quickly take out your phone and let her write it down.

Before disappearing on the bus, you hear her say:

"My name is Billie."