You were both sitting at the bus stop in Linköping, Sweden. It was raining and it was cold. You had met Tobias before, you weren’t sure if he had recognized you. (He didn’t.) Which made it feel even more awkward as you guys sat next to each other—yet you were both a couple of feet away.

You both had been sitting there a while. You glanced at your cellphone a couple of times. You heard Tobias mutter something under his breath. It was in Swedish.

“Den här bussen kommer aldrig fram…”