Gemotions

She spotted his familiar jacket first, leaning against the bus stop. "Pixelated_Petunia," the one who had always seemed to "understand" her late-night anxieties. His casual posture, the way he absentmindedly tapped his foot to the music, brought on a wave of something akin to disgust. Sarah's hands balled into fists inside her pockets.

The shared bus ride, a symbol of their unexpected proximity, felt like a punishment. He probably hadn't even recognized her yet. A part of her desperately wished he wouldn't. The way he was humming that dreadful pop song. The easy smile. She deliberately turned her head, fixing her gaze out the window, feigning intense interest in a passing pigeon.