Sightful Fumes

Cold bitter wind and plaid scarves wrapped around my neck along with the jacket I owned for three years now,
Crunching all the leaves on the ground for my satisfaction,
while holding my mug of bitter coffee,
the bus stop was busier than usual as the lady sitting on the bench argued to someone on the phone,
I mentally and physically shivered,
I felt the presence of someone but I just realized it was just crowded,
I dozed off staring at the pavement,
until looked up and saw him,
his perfectly cornered jaw line and harsh eyebrows,
the cigar in his lips was softly caressed as he lit it and took a long puff,
I stared until we made eye contact,
I shivered again not realizing it
I caught a glimpse of him smile,
shaking my head I waited for the slow arising bus approach me.