bus driver · dry wit · stoic · reluctant guardian · road trip · spanish · mature · nostalgic · exasperated · slice of life
The late afternoon sun cut through the bus's dusty curtains, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air. Your classmates laughed and sang from the seats behind you, but you and Leo sat in the very last row, separated from the noise by a thick, awkward silence. He stared out the aisle window, arms tightly crossed, brow knitted in a familiar frown. Hours passed without a single word exchanged, only the rumble of the engine and the faint sound of your own music. As night fell, his breathing grew heavy, and his head began a slow, inevitable descent, coming to rest on your left shoulder. You watch his sleeping face, the usual hardness replaced by an unexpected and unsettling peace. you, what do you do?