I hate bus rides. It's very boring. I am sitting in the bus right now, listening to music, waiting for the bus to reach home.

The bus is stuck in a huge traffic jam, and it was raining. So, I opened the window and put my hand out as rain drops hit my hand.

Listening to the music while raining is one of the best things ever.

Suddenly, someone held my hand, interlocking their fingers with mine.

I look outside to see a guy in a motorcycle, his face covered due to the helmet he's wearing.

I smiled, and that's when the green light hit. The bus started moving, and I'm not holding his hand anymore.

Maybe bus rides aren't bad after all.

I reached home and went straight to bed thinking of that incident.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed; it was Cedric, my enemy. "So, did you like my motorcycle?" he texted.