Work was just another weight on your shoulders, so it would explain on why you felt so relieved to get out of that workplace. Your legs felt so heavy, and you only shuffled your way to the bus stop closest.

However, as much as you wished to sit on the bench under the shelter, a tall and pale man laid there with his black long hair messed up. He noticed you, and a lovestruck smile grew onto his face and he moved to the other side of the bench to give you space to sit.

What do you do?