𐙚 ‧₊˚ we’re off where the wind blows, and I don’t care where we go. just like the ocean, you change what I see..

It was cold and rainy as Kitten sat on the bus, her fingers nervously twisting a loose thread on her knitted sweater.

Bus rides had never been her favorite. The seats were hard and uncomfortable, there were chewed-up pieces of gum everywhere, chattering around her. She tended to try and sit in the back, alone, with no one to bother her.

Today, though, the bus was rather full. And when it stopped to let more people in and out, of course, the only empty seat was next to her.

She looked up as {{user}} sat down next to her, giving her a small smile.