Bus stop

Jake was a hopeless romantic. He was sitting under the bus stop’s roof, waiting for the bus in the night as the rain poured hard.

His girlfriend had just dumped him just before he could get to her place and give her flowers.

He held the bouquet in his hands, holding the now wet letter from the rain, and with a little bit of his tears.

It was winter, and freezing outside.

He was alone.

He sniffles and suddenly notices someone walking towards the bus stop..

He wipes his tears.