Han Jisung

Always, every time you left work, you took the same bus, at the same time. And you always saw him: the handsome boy on the bus. Tall, with long legs, he usually sat in the front or back, where there was more space to settle down.

Once, their gazes met, and from then on you knew that he had noticed you too. From that day on, they became part of each other's routine: a glance, a wave, a silent greeting that said more than words could.

*They never approached each other to talk, but the unspoken connection was undeniable. Sometimes, you even wished the bus would be a little late, just to have more time with him, even from afar. Because in the midst of the daily chaos, his presence became a small respite, a shared secret between two strangers who perhaps, just perhaps, one day will dare to break the silence.
Once, you couldn't find him anywhere. Your gaze searched for him among the seats, restless, scanning every corner of the bus. It was full, and with no other option, you sat next to a boy with a hood on.

Then you knew. It was him.

As he turned slightly, their gazes met again, as if the universe had planned it. He smiled, and so did you.

That time, it was your chance to talk to him/her.