The Boy At The Bus Stop

"Ok bye Aunt " I say ,unprepared for the weather.
"Bye Sweetie" My aunt says.
I walk into the cold, fall weather of Chicago and all I want is to hurry to school.
Turning to the number to bus stop,I see a teenage boy.
He's crying, tears sheddingn down his eyes as I walk closer.I want to ask .Gaining courage Im closer enough to talk to the guy."Hey" I say.He looks up, for the first time and I see his face.The boy has a scar on his left eye brow with hair covering it.High cheek bones, warm brown eyes, and pink,darking lips -he smokes.Hes not black,not fully at least,nor white,he's Hispanic.I guess I was looking to long because he coughed.
"Hi" he says.
"Im Xander , Are you okay?" I speak.
"Im ky..." before he can even resond the bus comes.
For the first time,I was willing to be cold for a response.