Picking Wildflowers

"Spotty." I blurt without hesitation.

"Spotty?"

"Yes." I look over at him, demonstrating with my hands, "She had spots. Well...a spot. But still. Spots. So, Spotty." I smile, bringing my hands together, "Cute name, huh?"

He bites his bottom lip, "Yep...cute." Looking down at the ground, he whispers, "Like you..."

My eyes widen, "What?"

"That's true." He says a bit louder, clearing his throat, "Very cute name..."

But I thought he said-
Maybe not...

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#1 in Instruments (02/20/26)
#3 in Anxious (02/20/26)

He reminded her of the FOREST.
She reminded him of the RAIN.

They'd only spoken a handful of times, but every moment they shared was one they'd never forgotten.

He was so sure of his feelings 'til that day. It was sudden. And after that chance encounter, it confirmed what he thought was just a crush that'd eventually fade away, to be something else. Now, he knew that she was so much more special to him than he had ever thought.

She wasn't sure what had happened that day. It was unexpected. He was so kind and so gentle, and they were mere acquaintances. More surprisingly, she didn't know why she'd felt so comfortable around him so easily. Let alone so quickly.

Who knew sitting at a bus stop could lead to so much?