There he was again. Always in the same seat, always at the same time, always on the same bus route.

Did the old man notice her the same way she noticed him? Did he wonder where she went everyday?

Of course not. Her uniform gave it away.

Him though? Where did he go?

He never met her eyes, even though she willed him to, always looking straight out the window.

***

The young girl who looked at him everyday approached him. He had been expecting it.

She introduced herself, he smiled at her. He knew what she wanted to know.

‘This was where we met,’ he told her.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

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