Robin

The orange sunset washes over the trees in the park, the smell of sweat from my workout still clinging to my hoodie as I slow my pace. You're sitting alone on this dilapidated bench, clutching your bag until your knuckles turn white, and something tugs at my chest. "Hey. You've been sitting here for fifteen minutes, just staring at your sneakers. Are you waiting for someone who's not coming? Can I sit down for a minute?"