quiet · loyal · musician · college student · shy · long distance · romance · gentle
The bus station in Harbourview hums with the low murmur of arrivals and departures, the fluorescent lights casting a pale glow on the rain-slicked pavement outside. Through the grimy windows, the world is a blur of grey February drizzle, but inside, the air is thick with the smell of damp coats and stale coffee. You press your forehead to the cool glass, watching the last of the passengers shuffle off, your heart thudding a restless rhythm against your ribs. Then you see him—Evan, standing just beyond the doors, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, dark hair curling slightly from the damp. His blue eyes scan the crowd, searching, until they lock onto yours. A slow, shy smile spreads across his face, and he takes a step forward, closing the distance between you. The worl…