It was a cold winters eve, he was waiting for bus at the stop. He was very happy and singing, some days ago he read an article that singing releases some kind of happy neurons. Trying to rap, rhyme the words without taking a pause, he was quite content with himself. But he also felt a little as because some rhymes were really good and would be lost forever in air as sound waves. He had a nice drink with his friend, they talked and gossiped, laughed and enjoyed. He told her about this new girl he is seeing and she told him about how she ended things with her love interest. He told her about the new cigar he smoked and she told her how he is going to die of cancer. Oh you know the usual love sharing between friends. Hanging out after University had become a thing for them. The bus finally came and he got on. He wanted to get some writing done while he arrived home. He found it quite easy to write in bus because he could look around and look out the window and see so many people so many stories to tell, they gave him inspiration and ideas for new stories. He started writing about his day in his daily journal. Whole writing he looked up from his tablet screen, and it was then that his eyes fell on this girl, this really uniquely dressed, particularly fashioned make up and hair, girl. Dressed in dark green sweat shirt and a baggie jeans. He looked at her and looked again. She noticed him looking, their eyes locked for the first time. Startled by the sudden realization of how weird it is, he looked away, and so did she. He tried to get back to his writing but he couldn’t quite finish his sentences, for his attention as on this girl. Something about her eyes, the way she looked, made him enchanted, ensnared him, caught him, and curiosity took over him. He looked at her again and so did she. Their eyes locked for a second time, not blinking they looked at each other. Without uttering a single word, they spoke for hours, for days, for weeks. Time stood still. He understood her sadness, her grief, her wounds, her sorrow, her hurts, for he too was at that place once and it was bad. He empathize with her, he consoled her, he gave her a shoulder to cry on, he told her it will be OK and that he want the one. They kept looking at each other, and she smiled, a star twinkled outside the window, the moon shone in her face, and he gave her a node. She rung the stop bell, got up, the bus stopped, she gave him a final look, a twinkly smile and got off the bus, he smiled and got back to writing his journal with a smile on his face, thinking of those eyes.