ParkAaimin
Every night at 10:10, she takes the same seat.
Every night, he's already there... quiet, unreadable, beautiful in the way shadows cling to silence.
Scarlet Rogers never meant to fall in love with a stranger.
Especially not on a tired city bus with flickering lights and windows fogged by winter breath.
But when a quiet artist begins to sketch her in the corners of his notebook,
And their silence turns to glances, then paper planes, then unspoken promises...
The ride home begins to feel like the place she most belongs.
This is not a story of fireworks.
It's the warmth of shared coffee, missed stops, and held-back goodbyes.
A slow-burning ache between strangers who meet when the world is asleep...
And fall in love between stops, sketches, and second chances.
The Bus Ride Home
A love story that never rushes... only arrives when the heart is ready.