Antonio was tired. It had been a long, uneventful day and despite his usually happy, accepting nature there was only so much one man could take. All he wished was to get home and relax. Perhaps have some churros.
Luck however wasn't on Antonio's side as rain fell down from the heavens bountifully. In a hurry he rushed to the nearest shelter, a bus stop with just a single guy there.
As he awkwardly stood underneath the pathetic shelter, he took a glance at the guy sitting next to him, seemingly oblivious to the world around him.
He decided making conversation would be a good idea.
"Hola". He greeted throwing a smile at the man. The guy was seemingly tall, well built with spiked up blonde hair. Around his neck was a thick white and blue scarf and he wore a beige trenchcoat.
The man looked up and nodded at the other, before glancing the other way.
Antonio listened to the rain ponder down the metal ceiling and watched dew drops slowly slide their way down the metal pipes holding the stop together.
More moments of silence endured before he spoke again.
"Antonio". He smiled, holding out a hand to the other.
The guy looked back at him, looked him up and down and with a gruff voice replied "TIm" before shaking Antonio's hand.
Tim had a firm grip and warm hands Antonio noticed.
The two drawing their hands away, Antonio smiled once again and politely asked "How are you today, Tim?"
Tim watched the water slide down the metal poles as Antonio had done before, before muttering a soft "good".
"That's good".
"How are you?" Tim asked feeling quite awkward. It sounded more like a statement then a question.
"I'm lovely, gracias!" Antonio said through another hazy smile.
"You're Spanish?" Tim gave him a questioning look.
"Ah! Are you also from Spain?" Antonio practically beamed.
"No". Tim said hesitantly. "I'm from the Netherlands, I'm Dutch". He explained.
"Ah! Mi amigo, that's so cool!" Antonio wouldn't stop damn smiling at this point.
Tim visibly reddened, looking at the ground and shrugged. "I guess". He muttered.
Antonio, strangely satisfied with this response chuckled. "You're red, my friend".
Tim's eyes widened and he pulled his scarf in closer. "What are you implying?"
"Maybe I could get your number?" Antonio gulped. He sure hoped he didn't scare the guy.
Tim seemed to jump in surprise. "What- What makes you think I'm gay?!"
Antonio sighed. "I had a friend like you once, he was gay but denied it for years. You guys have the same mannerisms".
Tim relaxed, huffing. "Well for your information I'm not gay, I'm bisexual".
Antonio smiled again. "That's perfectly ok! I'm a flaming homosexual". He winked.
Tim smirked disbelievingly. "Wow".
"So… About your number..?"
Tim shook his head, before taking out a pen from his jeans pocket and a scrap of paper borrowed from Antonio, and quickly scribbled down his number.
"Thank you". Antonio smiled, taking the number and sliding it into his pocket.
After that, small talk was made and the rain finally started to stop. Finally, the sun came out and all that was left was the muddy puddle- infested footpaths.
Tim checked his watch and jumped. "I've got to go!" He said gruffly. He shook Antonio's hand and told him it was nice meeting him, before Tim ran from the stop.
Antonio watched him leave and glanced down at the number still safely in his pocket
"See you soon".