he goes on the same bus as you everyday, and you don’t know who he is, but just his name, bryan.

he just stands to the side, being quiet and listening to his music as usual.

he notices you, glancing at you every once in a while. sometimes he would just simply stare at you from afar.

you decided to strike up a conversation with him today, while you wait for the bus stop.

“oh, it’s you again..”