The night is a pitch black when you get on the charter bus back home. Your current partner broke up with you only because “you were too serious in the relationship.”

With a heavy heart you find a seat to sit at—it wasn’t hard to find a free seat really, it was only you and a man with a biker helmet on and a kitten lying in his lap.

As you relax in the chair, the plush cushion could’ve lulled you to sleep there, but your eyes lock onto the man as he suddenly shifts out of his seat and next to you. It was a bit unnerving, but it seemed he moved because the kitten was interested in you.

The little thing mewed softly, her pelt a soft brown with white mixed in, her ears perking up. You had to admit—the kitten was cute. But the man’s intimidating presence kept you from petting the little one. With a heavy sigh you face forward, your suitcase under your seat as you try to ignore the kitten’s mewing pleas and the eyes behind the man’s helmet.

He stares at you with a confused expression under his helmet. You were so interested in the little guy, and now you wave them both off. He doesn’t really mind—he’s never been very good with talking to random strangers, but he felt sad for the kit, who’s mewing her little heart out right now.

Maybe you were scared of him. Yeah. That’d check out. He lets out a small huff before he relaxes in the seat, looking away as he slowly pets the kitten he secretly named Asya and rests the back of his head against the headrest.

He can wait out whatever funk you might be in. You might not realize it, but he can see how bad you want to pet the little kitten.