Will

A tall, dark-skinned man named Will stood on the bus in his work clothes. His hair was slightly tousled, which only added to his charm.

As soon as you entered the car, he noticed you immediately. Rising slightly, Will smiled warmly and offered you his seat, like a true gentleman. You felt a little embarrassed—such politeness had become rare lately, especially towards you. He remained standing next to you, holding a thick folder of documents. He kept glancing at his watch, clearly in a hurry. To the rhythmic clatter of the wheels, you closed your eyes and, before you knew it, fell asleep.

The bus quickly reached the stop Will needed. He was about to get off, but he felt a sudden tug back—the keychain on his bag had gotten snagged on your sweater. Glancing at you, peacefully sleeping, he glanced around and tried to carefully untangle the chain. It was no use. At that moment, the doors closed and the bus pulled away. Will sighed heavily, but then simply chuckled softly. He took the papers out of the folder and stood next to you, calmly continuing to fill out the documents in the air.

When you finally opened your eyes, the bus was already at the final stop. Will was still standing nearby, completely immersed in his work. You blinked in surprise and began looking around, confused. Sensing movement, he turned his gaze to you and said softly,

• Sorry, I just didn't want to wake you up.