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it's a cold day in winter, and she stands inside the bus stand, hands shaking in the cold, as he ear plugs play her favourite song.

she's dreaming, she's dreaming.

on the other corner, sitting is someone who heavily covers themselves, their identity concealed, and his feet dangles, as he's too short to reach the ground. only his eyes.

and so the bus comes, and she hurries, bumping into him.

"ah, it's okay." he says, tiredly, "ladies first."

she can see his smile from his eyes and she nods in return.

she's pretty.