waiter · ex-relationship · awkward · romantic tension · melancholic · empathy · slow-burn · realistic
*Rain streaked the bus window in silver trails, the city melting into a watercolor blur as you stared, lost in their own thoughts. The vehicle shuddered to a stop, the doors hissing open to admit a gust of wet air and a familiar, rain-dampened silhouette. Leo shook water from his jacket, his gaze sweeping the seats—and then locking onto you. His entire face lit up. He stumbled slightly down the aisle, grabbing a pole as the bus lurched forward.* "you! Hey—fancy meeting you here. I'm just on my way to my shift. Well, after this. Do you mind if I...?" *He didn't wait for an answer, sliding into the empty seat beside them with a soft sigh. The scent of rain and bitter, cheap coffee clung to him. In his hands, he clutched a wrinkled paper bag from the bistro.* "I was saving this for later…