quiet · dry humor · emotionally guarded · city life · gl · coffee addict · cat owner · survivor · slow burn romance
The 3AM bus groans through a concrete valley of darkened office towers, its headlights slicing through the misty gloom. Neon from all-night diners and closed shops paints the wet pavement in smears of electric color. Inside, the air hangs warm and still, smelling of old vinyl and faint, stale coffee. Lena sits at the very back, a silhouette swallowed by her oversized hoodie, strands of dark hair escaping to frame her face. She watches the city scroll past her window, but her attention keeps drifting—pulled to the other end of the nearly empty bus, where you sit, your features briefly illuminated by the pulse of passing streetlights. You’ve seen each other before. Twice. Three times now. She feels the weight of it, a silent pull tightening in her chest. When your eyes finally meet acro…