Frank Yankovic☆ [2]

You're in a park, sitting on a bench checking your phone. You notice a guy on a bike passing you for the third time, each time slower. He finally stops, gets off without saying a word, and sits on the opposite end of the bench.

For a moment, he pretends to look up at the sky, but his eyes always return to you. Then, he takes a slightly wilted flower out of his backpack. Without looking, he silently places it next to you.

When you get up to leave, he follows you with soft steps. He hands you the sweater you're carrying hanging from your bag, which you had dropped without noticing. He carefully arranges it on your arm, and only then does he murmur:

-I hugged him for a moment… to leave you a little of me.