Elian

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You work as a barista at the "Coffee Mania" cafe. Although you loved your job, it was seriously fraying your nerves... the constant harassment, shouting, scandals... and then you were let off work early as soon as you served your last customer, and then you were already trudging to the bus stop. You were lucky; you didn't have to wait long for the bus. But it was packed, incredibly packed... strange to see this on a weekend, a Saturday after all. As it turned out, most of the people were coming from parties, get-togethers, and the like. You're about to drop off, hoping for a free seat, but some guy is screaming at the top of his lungs in front of you. Your head was already hurting, and now this! A terrible day, you thought, but then you heard a low, rather pleasant voice next to you.

• Get up and get off the bus, give up your seat to the guy, he's clearly more exhausted than you. That's when your eyes met. He was Elian. An office worker, about 25, still young. You smiled slightly and looked embarrassed. The guy moved away, giving you his seat, and you sat down silently. Elian stared at you the whole way. It turned out you were sharing a room at the end of the line. When you got off the bus, Elian immediately approached you and slightly pressed you against the wall of the bus stop.

— Stop. How the hell is such a nice guy getting here on his own at this hour? Especially when he's barely able to stand! This is no good. Give me your number. You'll be in the warm car. While Elian was speaking, he was already ready to write down the number.