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CHAPTER #0 .
"get on the bus"

PAST
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it's still a mystery to mae on why she still takes the bus during the winter. people cough all around her, as she winces pulling her scarf up to her chin it seems. she has to hold herself back from telling the man in front of her to cover his hacking coughs. she settles on not saying anything as she won't have to go back to work until january.

the window next to her is slightly fogged up, the cold air cool to the touch. she pulls her hand away though as the bus comes to a stop.

maeve sighs, taking her mittens off her hands. she leanes back into the hard cushion of the seat, how many times is this bus going to stop? it's like their picking up everyone in the state.

lots of people find their way on to the bus, while some stand in a line outside. mae gazes outside the window, her reflection staring back at her. in return, she smooths down the back of her hair. she gives up trying to look presentable as she spots someone in the corner of her eye.

mae turns her head, a man sits on a bench, the left half covered with snow. his head is fully lowered to a paper back book, a few strands of brown hair falling onto his forehead.
he uncrosses his legs, his leather jacket surly making a noise if she could hear it.

she raises her arm to wipe it across the glass, in the same moment the man looks up. she looks back to him. he has on black framed glasses, though the lenses are fogged due to the cold.

mae freezes, and a smile spreads across his face with a slight laugh. suddenly she wants to get off the bus, yet she doesn't get up. she just sits stupidly, with the same smile on her face.

get on the bus she has the urge to say, yet nobody would hear through the glass.

the man closes his book, quickly adjusting his glasses. as if he could hear her crazy thoughts, he begins to walk towards the bus.

he pauses, snapping her out her trance as she hears the hiss of the of doors. her eyes widen in a panic, unsure of what to do. she could find a paper in her bag and scramble her number messily onto it. but she gives up when the bus pulls out of the lot, driving again. maeve leans her forehead on the glass, wondering why she didn't just get off the bus herself.

she stares back at him until they turn the corner. to other people on the bus it may have looked like some 30 second romance movie, or maybe she just looked crazy. but to her, she felt it was something else.

em's notes !

hii
i tried to write this in a way that didn't feel corny tbhh

i'm also unsure if i should switch it to first person? idk i feel like it would be easier to write

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