running through the rain— the huffing of my tiredness, the splish-splash of my sneakers on the sidewalk, and the thundering through the sky— it followed me straight to the bus stop.
a boy a lot taller than me arrived at the same time, the same way as i did: slipping through the changed cement to tiles, and bumping right into me.
both our bags went flying, us crashing onto the wet floor.
i thought i had hit my head, but there had been a hand placed just underneath it to prevent me from any sort of concussion. i focused on the boy above me, who seemed more than mortified to be exactly where he was.
"I-I'm really sorry misses!"
but from the embarrassment, he pulled back, his hand with him, my head falling onto the tiles.
"Ow!"
"Oh gosh! I'm sorry!"
he stood up and held out his hand, not waiting for me to extend my own, only to just grab me and pull me up. he was quick to take off his jacket, placing it on the bench.
"Here misses, sit down. Your skirt is all wet."
"Stop calling me misses! I'm a miss, I'm not old!"
i sat down on his jacket, hesitant at first, but his jacket was much drier than my soaking wet skirt. he bowed three times in front of me.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't see you and I was in a rush. Please don't think of me as a running pervert!"
"It's okay!"
i looked over the boy. he had a round face, plump lips accompanied by small brown eyes and a cute pale nose pointed upward.
"Um... Sanha!"
he extended his hand towards me and chuckled.
"That's my name. I shouldn't talk to strangers."
i remember laughing at the cuteness of our interaction as i grabbed his hand and shook it.
"Nari."
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