Nice Weather

by Lucy Kay

Gill was perfectly content on his lonely bench… until someone sat beside him. Waiting for the bus can feel like an eternity, come rain, sleet, or snow, but the weather is always nice when you're with someone you love. My first drabble series! 50/50 Complete! Thank you!

10. Nice Weather, Isn't It?

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The girl was in a good mood as she sat down and spritely crossed her legs, bouncing her foot. Gill easily ignored her – his day at work had been rather lousy, actually – and instead he focused on the work in his lap he was taking home. Deadlines brought overtime and overtime brought misery. Her happy attitude was rather unwelcome, especially today.

She stared up at the sky above them, watching as the trail of a jet engine puffed out and slowly faded in the deep, cloudless azure. A gentle breeze blew a napkin from the café across from them into the speedy traffic, sending it whirling around in cyclones. She took a deep breath and smiled. "It's nice weather, isn't it?"

Gill was going to pretend he didn't hear this attempt at small talk, but he stopped and thought a moment. After a quiet survey of their environment, his eyes fixated on a large puddle directly ahead of them in the asphalt. He watched the sky pass by in its reflective surface before looking up at the real thing. He fidgeted. "Yes… I suppose it is."