School day just ended and I'm currently waiting for the bus outside the gates. It's quite gloomy today, grey skies above our heads and soft wind brushing through my light brown coloured hair. A rainy night is awaiting. The streets are empty as usual around the school, it takes less than ten minutes for most students to leave, who wouldn't want to though?

It's half past three by the time the plain blue bus halts in front of me. Without thinking, I get on the rusty, old, vehicle making my way to the usual brown leather seat. Leaning my head on the clean spotless window, the buzzing of the motor makes me more tired than I thought. The soothing melodies my ears got accustomed to help easing my restless mind but, sleep is the last thing on my list whenever I'm inside the bus.

Three forty is when the bus encounters the same red light we pass by in the morning and three forty is when he passes by seconds before the bus continue its route. The difference is that he walks along the opposite pavement to my window. His soft hair a mess at the top of his head and the sun shining on it makes it seem as if it's a really dark shade of brown, his tired eyes staring into nothingness like he's in a deep thought, the bags under his eyes are so visible, makes me quite upset for an unknown reason.

I try to peak as much as I can from the opposite window without making it seem obvious. I can feel the elderly lady looking at me smiling but the moment doesn't last long enough for me to care about anything besides him. I can see the elderly lady from the corner of my eye, shaking her head, still smiling, then continue reading her book.

After he passes, I rest my head on the window again and feel my body relax. I enjoy the rest of the ride listening to the music playing through my earphones, ten minutes later I'm standing in front of my house with the mystery guy being the only thing on my mind.