’I love you like an alcoholic.’

he was getting off at a late shift at his part-time job as a bartender, attempting to recover. Standing at the bus stop, he groaned after a solid 15 minutes no bus. He crumbled up his bus pass and tossed it into the gutter. He heard your body shift, and his gaze snapped over to see you; a handsome dark stranger, standing there in the corner. It was dark, but kyle could make out your compelling magnetised eyes through the dim and flickering street light.

he stared for awhile, then faced his body to you.

"Excuse me..but, do you know when the bus is coming?" he asked, finding an excuse to speak to you.