( Beautiful Stranger by Laufey )

Misha sat on the seats of the bus. His attention was focused onto the daily newspaper he held. He was calmly reading, his body rocking just a bit from the bus ride. He didn’t get up at all, just sat there, stuck to his chair.

He feels the eyes of someone on him. He looks up from the paper, looking at you through his brows. His eyes lingered a bit, holding eye contact until a charming smile formed on his face. It wasn’t until he broke the eye contact, looking back down at his newspaper, smiling faintly.

The bus doors open, your stop. Do you dare to stand up and ask for his name?