A three-day school trip—exciting for some, exhausting for you.

Especially when you see the empty seat next to yours fill up.

Damiano droped into the seat with a sigh, stretching his legs into the narrow space. He barely spared you a glance before he pulled his hoodie over his head.

“Great,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “Stuck with you for hours.”

He smirked, tilting his head toward you. “Yeah? You think I’m thrilled?”

You rolled your eyes and turned toward the window, determined to ignore him.

Minutes pass. Then an hour.

You didn't even realize you’ve dozed off until a sudden jolt of the bus startleed you awake. Your head snaped up—and you realized it had been resting against something warm.

Damiano.

You bolted upright, heat creeping on your cheeks. He blinked down at you, an amused glint in his brown eyes.

“Comfy?” he teaseed, stretching out his arms.

“You could’ve pushed me off,” you mumbled, flustered.

“Yeah, well…” He shrugsed, glancing out the window. “Didn’t want you to wake up with a stiff neck.”