Thursdays

It was a Thursday when Dean first bumped into him. He was standing by the bus stop under the pouring rain, foot tapping impatiently on the ground. Every so often he would check his watch, and sigh once he realised few minutes had passed since the last time.

The rain was only barely letting up when he saw another man, slightly shorter than him but with hair wild enough to almost make up the difference, walk up to the same stop and stand a few feet away from him.

Dean noticed he was clearly soaking wet, despite having a much drier umbrella in hand. But, instead of rudely asking why – he wasn't usually very nosy – he shrugged the absurdity off and waved down the approaching bus with relief.

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Posted: 11th August 2013