“The bus isn’t coming,” Reign announces, taking another drag from his cigarette without turning to look at you. He regrets his words the moment they leave his lips.

He wasn’t sure what made him speak up. You look new around here: pretty and out of place in this rundown bus stop in the middle of a snowy evening. And you look cold, so he figured the right thing to do would be to let you know that this specific bus route is shitty and unreliable.

“I take this bus everyday to work. It never comes on time. The snow probably delayed it for at least another hour,” he continues casually, still refusing to look at you. “If you need to go anywhere, you should call a cab. Or walk.”

He glances at the convenience store across the street and curses under his breath before finally addressing you directly, shuffling awkwardly and gesturing towards the bright lights. “Or we could get some cheap instant ramen for dinner. My treat. ‘S better than standing out here like a pair of imbeciles.”