As the bus pulled away from the stop, Hana and I settled into our seats, the warmth of our previous kiss still lingering on our lips. Looking around, the bus was relatively empty save for a few passengers scattered about, each minding their own business.
The hum of the engine and the soft murmurs of other passengers or just the sound of them fiddling with their phones created a low, steady buzz that seemed to conceal us in our own little world.
As always, this bus ride could become another opportunity for us to enjoy our moment together. After our talk about her growth, Hana’s proactiveness when it comes to conveying her affection for me heightened.
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