you sit in silence on the bus. it is just you , with nothing better do than stare into the night sky outside the window.

the bus comes to a halt, and the doors open. you can hear someone walk in, which is uncommon but not impossible at this time of night. he’s tall and slender and you can’t help but shuffle a little closer to the side of the bus when he looks at you, in a way that you can see some bad cogs turning in his head.

but you try and ignore it. which works, until the bus stops at your destination after what feels like so, so long. you get up— and so does that man. and you exit the bus, and he remains behind you.

“you’re very beautiful,”

he says, completely out of nowhere. it makes you stop, and turn around. what?

“are you alone?”