Last Stop (Park Jinyoung)

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THE rain gently splattered against my outstretched palms. 

It was a gloomy day today, with grey clouds hanging low and a slight chill in the wind. The trees were dusted in flaming leaves of orange, and the darkened roads stretched through the suburban town.

I turned to the right, keeping an eye out for the big blue bus. According, to Jun's accurate calculation of the not so accurate timing of the buses, the one for me would be here in fifteen minutes.

"It's a big blue one." He told me over breakfast. "Bus number 356."

"356," I replied, slowly nodding my head.

A bus stopped in front of me, causing a small splash. I stepped back, getting out of the way, as I scanned the words running through the LED screen, up the front.

It wasn't mine.

I sighed, as I settled into the seats of the empty bus stop.

The street lights were dimly lit, as the sun annoyingly hid behind the clouds. 

It was just four thirty, but the world was already covered with a grey blanket. The sky wasn't bright enough to be an evening, however, it wasn't dark enough to turn on the lights yet.

I didn't like days like these. It frustrated me.

On other days, I would have remained home, in the comfort of my warm bed. However, since today was the first day of my job, I didn't have much of a choice.

It was my first day as a part timer in a well-known restaurant, that was popular than the town it existed in. However, it was an hour long bus ride one way.

I didn't mind the long distance I had to commute or the pay. I liked cooking, and for someone as inexperienced as me, this was a huge opportunity.

I bounced the bottom of my shoes against the concrete as I waited for my bus.

From the corner of my eye, I saw someone enter the shelter of the bus stop.

An old lady stood there looking out at the road, then at me. She stared at me for a moment, before sceptically taking a seat furthermost away from me; looking unsure and confused. 

I gave her a small smile in return and faced the other way.

A big blue bus rolled up in front of our stop. I looked at the words running through the led screen and smiled when I saw it displaying my number.

"356," I mumbled under my breath.

I rushed to the door and scanned the card Jun had given me the day before. Scanning the bus, I realised there was only one seat left towards the back. 

 I was almost there when I heard the beep of a scanned card behind me. I turned to see the old lady from before looking at the almost empty bus.

Her eyes landed on the seat, and then me. I nodded towards her and moved to the side, letting her past me. She gave me a warm smile back and patted my hand.

As she settled into her seat, I made my way to the middle of the bus. I held onto a pole and leaned on it for support, as I looked out the almost darkened glass door in front of me.

"That felt nice," I happily sighed, feeling pleased with myself.

The bus started to leave the stop when someone started banging against its side.

The bus driver let out a small scuff, but still stopped the bus and opened the doors.

"I'm sorry," a male's voice apologised, as he bowed on the first step in. The driver waved him away, shaking his head.

As the young man made his way towards the back of the vehicle, the driver started to drive off slowly.

I couldn't help but look at him. 

He was good looking, really good looking.

His dark hair brushed the top of his eyebrows, in the typical Korean way. He was dressed pretty averagely too, with a jacket and a backpack on his broad shoulders.

If I was stereotyping, I guess I wasn't one to talk in my typical lazy girl style. In a large hoodie, tied back hair and big glasses, I looked like an average girl who was done with life. 

However, I'm sure I didn't look near as good as he did. Somehow, he managed to pull off everything and make it seem like it was something only he wore. Even though at least, three other guys on this bus wore a similar style to him.

I know it seemed like I was staring, but I wasn't. I was analysing, that's different right?

Either way, I think he noticed. His clear dark eyes suddenly darted towards me. 

My eyes widened, caught in my crime.

I flickered my eyes away from his, before clearing my throat awkwardly.

He stopped on the other side of the bus, and opposite me, as he effortlessly grabbed the hand bar.

I refused to look at him.

Even when we were the last people left on the bus, I didn't look at him.

I kept my eyes out the window as I sat at the front of the bus, while he settled for the back.

I thanked the bus driver, as I hopped off at my stop.

I saw him get out too, but I ignored it.

Instead, I rushed into the convenience store.

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