(A/N: This idea for a one-shot has been jogging around in my head for a while now... I just wanna see how people would react before it was officially published. So...here's what I've got so far.)
New York City.
Stereotypically known for its gloomy day times and vibrant night times. This story takes place during the former.
Steven Ramirez walked out of the hotel and onto the busy sidewalk.
He'd been staying here for two months, and he was already planning his next destination. He was simply unable to stay in one place for long. He was a traveler.
No regrets.
He moved through the hustle of the crowd. There was one more thing on his bucket list before he left. A Broadway play.
Soon enough, he found a bus station. He took his seat on the bench, and picked up the book he brought with him.
1,000 places to go before you die. And he had hit about 400. More than 15 years now, that has been his sole goal.
*All these flipping years...you can do better, Steve... It's not like you have anything better to do...*
"Um, excuse me?"
He looked up. A red haired woman was standing up near him.
"...Is this seat taken?"
(A/N: ...And that's all I have so far. Not much, I know, but...
The answers to the questions you're most likely thinking right now are
Yes
Yes
and...Ew.
So, yeah. Lemme know if I should complete this.
Phi)