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The bus stop is empty again. A gust of wind blows my hair across my eyes "Quite cold out isn't it?" I jump. "Sorry, did I startle you?" His eyes are blue. No, one is brown. He has heterochromia. "No- um, I didn't see you, Yeah, I suppose it is a bit cold" He glances at my scrubs, "Where are you headed this early?" I give him a look. “The hospital…” He smirks. "Isn't that your bus then." A bus pulls out the stop and speeds away Wait- "Oh shoot that is my bus!" The stranger laughs, his eyes crinkle at the sides. "Well here’s my bus, so I guess this is goodbye" I sigh. “Bye then.” Pretty eyes.
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
Small talk at the bus stop
The bus stop is empty again. A gust of wind blows my hair across my eyes "Quite cold out isn't it?" I jump. "Sorry, did I startle you?" His eyes are blue. No, one is brown. He has heterochromia. "No- um, I didn't see you, Yeah, I suppose it is a bit cold" He glances at my scrubs, "Where are you headed this early?" I give him a look. “The hospital…” He smirks. "Isn't that your bus then." A bus pulls out the stop and speeds away Wait- "Oh shoot that is my bus!" The stranger laughs, his eyes crinkle at the sides. "Well here’s my bus, so I guess this is goodbye" I sigh. “Bye then.” Pretty eyes.
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
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