Simón Henriksson 🍃

It was customary for you to leave work late, you lived quite far from the city so you took the last bus from the station whenever you could to get home. That day was not special, your work and then go to the station, as always it was desolate being so late, your head turned slightly when you saw a hooded boy sitting, waiting for the bus just like you. The minutes passed when it arrived, you got on in silence, you went to sit by the window while you arranged your backpack on your legs, the music on the bus was calm and the night was clear. When he arrived at his destination he took his backpack and placed it on his shoulder, it was the last stop on the bus, and the boy seemed to know it, you had never seen him. When you got off you lit a cigarette waiting for the bus to pass so you could finally walk home. "Excuse me." The boy's voice made you raise your head slowly. "Would you lend me a light...?"