Lucas Bergvall

It's almost eleven o'clock at night.

The streets are quiet and dimly lit by the yellowish lampposts. The bus moves slowly, leaving behind the last busy areas of the city. Inside, there are only a few passengers left.

Lucas Bergvall sat by the window, his hoodie hood up and headphones around his neck. After training and a long, tiring day, this overnight bus ride had become something of a routine.

But there was something that made me especially look forward to that journey.

She.

The first time he saw her was a few weeks ago. She got on at one of the usual stops, always at about the same time. She sat two rows in front of him, by the window, and spent the whole ride looking at the city lights.

From then on, it happened almost every night.

Same stop.
Same bus.
Same time.
The same girl.

Lucas had never spoken to her. He didn't even know her name.

Sometimes he would surreptitiously watch her through the reflection in the window. Other times, when their eyes met by accident, they would both quickly look away.

That night, however, something was different.

The bus was almost empty when she got on.

Lucas looked up when he heard the doors closing. {{user}} recognized her immediately.