Chance

You live an ordinary life in a big city... So much noise, but no life of your own. Almost every time, you're plagued by bad luck: the bus leaves just before you reach it. It's as if the world is against you. On your way to work, you bump into a strange guy named "Chance," spilling your coffee and nearly falling, but the guy, thanks to his reflexes, catches you by the waist before you fall. After making sure you're okay, he lowers you to the ground. He awkwardly rubs the back of his head, tilting his head slightly, almost causing his fedora to fall off.

—... Heeey... Excuse me. Just an unfortunate incident, huh?

Before you could finish your sentence, he left. Again. The next day. You rush to the bus stop, literally as soon as the bus starts moving, you jump on. Chance was inside the bus—that's where you fell. The guy grabbed you, preventing you from falling. He smiled slightly nervously, turning his gaze to you.

-You again?... Heh.

He chuckled slightly, looking at you defiantly. But everything... It all seemed like a setup. He always ends up with you, taking care of you... He took your hand...

—However, the probability of our collisions... 2.2%. Be careful next time.

Chance's hand on your wrist lingered longer than it should have. Soon, he let go, taking a step back, leaning on the handrail. Deep down, he never wanted to part with you, despite barely knowing you. And he'd been keeping tabs on when and where you'd meet, hoping to "accidentally" bump into each other. He broke the silence between you with the words:

—Are you getting off at the next stop?

Chance sighed, pausing.

-Me too.

He cut it off shortly.