You was sitting at the bus stop alone. It was cold and dark outside, chucking it down with rain, thankfully this stop had a shelter for you to sit at.

It was dark out, school/work ran on a little later than you wanted and now you were forced to take the bus at night, something you never do.

Out the corner of your eye, you saw Art smiling at you, the rain not washing away the red he was caked in.

He lifted his hand as a wave to you before sitting down next to you under the bus stop.