I was excited as I stood outside at the bus stop. I had been sitting here for what seemed like forever—purposely missing my first bus just to talk to her.

Her.

I had seen her in my biology class every day. She always had neat notes and wore a lot of blacks, greys with some reds. She seemed to dislike everyone but whenever I caught her glance I'd smile and she would only crack a small one back. The few times I've been around her I saw her black sweaters had cat hair on it in the back, unknowing to the freckled beauty.

It made me smile.

She must really love her cat.

That's all I ever had encounter-wise with Ymir Langnar, the class brains and beauty and supposed ice queen who never talked to others.

Until yesterday when the clouds came in rumbling and she was sitting under the awning near the college, glowering, and cursing to herself.

I offered her my umbrella and she declined but I insisted. I knew she worked at the campus coffee shop, too, and I also knew that Annie wasn't one to forgive tardiness. She took it without another complaint and left running.

I didn't mind the soak to get to the bus. Just seeing her that way made me smile.

But that left me here now.

Waiting for her to catch the bus after her coffee shift.

I was tempted to walk in and talk to her, but I was afraid she'd politely thank me and that was that. She was professional after all. Her work would deem for her to just be polite and leave it at that.

No, I wanted to be personal, I wanted to get her number.

And now I am forever waiting at the bus stop, not knowing whether she took a car or if she even rode the bus and—

"O-Oh! There you are," her legs were wobbly as she came running to me, breathless, and red cheeked.

That was unusual—she's so calm and mature in class.

"I-I've looked in the library but you weren't there."

Oh?

"I-I-I mean, I know you work in the library because I study there late sometimes and you always keep the books tidy—I-I—shit, I sound like a stalker," she stood nearby where I sat, hunched over, hands on her knees, panting, and her satchel wiggled a bit and I realized my umbrella was poking out of it.

"I came to return your umbrella—fuck, I am so sorry!"

This was a whole new side of her I didn't notice.

"Y'see, I—I'm—Jesus, I need to run more, wow, ho… Shit, I'm sorry, just… give me a few." She leaned against the bus stop's frame, leaning back and breathing deeply.

I laughed and she caught it with amber eyes that glowed with embarrassment.

"It's ok…" I told her to try and calm her but that only made her frantic.

"No! Really! Look, I'm sorry," she pulled out the umbrella and opened it to reveal claw marks all over it.

"Oh no," I frowned, looking at it. It seems her cat had fun with it.

"I know this sounds like a shitty excuse, but my cat attacked it! It really did! Oh my God, please believe me—I—Jesus," Ymir put the umbrella on the ground and grabbed her satchel that was wiggling and produced a fat tabby that looked uninterested at me.

"See! I have a cat!"

She never even gave me a moment to talk. She was so painfully sincere—I laughed away at her as she blinked and frowned and fidgeted.

"D-Do you believe me?"

"Y-Yes!" I giggled behind my hand.

Who would've thought the ice queen was such a dweeb?

"I—I will pay you back for the umbrella, I promise, b-but," Ymir kicked the ground, setting her lazy cat on the bench near me it. It simply perched without question, closing its eyes and purring. It was so innocent now.

"What?"

"I—I—Fuck, what a time, what a time," she itched her cheek, glancing away, "I've… noticed you for a while now and I just thought it'd be cool to get to know you better… How about we go get coffee?"

"Is it a date?"

"Uh…Uh, y-yeah… I—I was going to ask under better circumstances, I swear."

"No."

Ymir's eyes went wide and I laughed more.

"Wh-what?"

"Take me umbrella shopping instead and then coffee afterwards. I heard it's going to rain tomorrow."

"Oh! F—yeah, right, right, right," Ymir's cheeks went red and she grinned stupidly.

The bus was pulling into the lane as Ymir secured her cat back into her satchel—did she really bring it all this way to show me she wasn't lying?

So cute.

"Hey, Ymir! Yo!" Jean came up and I never saw someone change their facial expression so fast. She was back to cool, aloof, and unresponsive.

"Ymir! Hey! How about you help me out and give me your notes?" Jean pleaded, running up to her, and she only glanced over at him before looking at me.

"We ready to go?"

"Yeah," I smiled at her and took her hand. Her face shattered and she was hiding it with her other hand, blushing.

"YMIR! HEY! GIVE ME YOUR NOTES! OH MY GOD! HELP ME!"