Every morning, I drop by the convenience store near my place, grab a canned coffee, and head to the bus stop. Ever morning, at 7.56am, I would see this really beautiful girl walking to that same bus stop. She would be drinking her can of coffee, latte to be exact, while scrolling on her phone, and stroking her hair once in a while, to get some strands off her face. Her somewhat sparkly brown hair. Sometimes I see her being really engrossed in whatever she’s reading. She smiles, she laughs, and sometimes she even tears. Beautiful. And she is what I look forward to, every morning, at the bus stop.

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