Bag on shoulder, book in one hand, coffee in the other.
She lets out a breath as she gets on the bus, her hand leaning on the cushion as she looks for a seat, and the bus is unsurprisingly busy, it's always the same at this time of the day.
Her eyes wander around and find that seat empty, she looks to the guy sitting on the seat next to it, and she immediately understands why the other girl chose to stand instead of taking it.
He seems in the twenty of his age, well dressed, that grey t-shirt is actually perfect, perfect hair, beautiful eyes, sad but beautiful. Everything about him is fine, except for those scars on his face, and from the way he holds his hands and strokes them says that there are some on them as well.
She looks around and takes a deep breath before she walks to the seat next to him. He looks at her from the corner of his eyes then back to his hands.
She puts the bag on her lap and the book on it then holds the coffee with both her hands. She swallows as she looks around, trying so hard not to look at him.
She can't help it but look at him from the corner of her eyes, then looks away quickly when he sees her. Her grip tightens around the coffee as she licks her lips and looks away.
She can see him staring at her, and the noise in the street and people talking in the bus doesn't help.
She looks back at him and she finally meets his eyes, there's something in them that makes her want to hug him, or reach to his furrowed eyebrows and make them relax with her fingers, but she doesn't, of course she doesn't.
"I didn't know that there're bar fights in the afternoon." She says, smiling a bit.
"There aren't." He says, his eyes never blinking, looking directly into her eyes. She feels uncomfortable under his gaze that she has to look away for a second before looking back again.
She stares at the wound in his cheek, and she notices that it's actually bleeding. She holds the coffee with one hand and searches for handkerchiefs in the bag with the other one.
He looks at her hands and opens his mouth to say something, but chooses not to.
"Hold this." She says as she gives him her coffee and ignores his raised eyebrows as she wipes the blood with the handkerchief.
She also ignores his gaze as she wipes his cheek slowly and carefully, but she can notice him swallowing.
"Here." She mumbles as she finishes.
She then takes the coffee from his hand and hands him the handkerchief, she motions to his hand as she sits straightly and takes the first sip from that coffee.
He takes a moment staring at her before he starts to wipe his hand, and there might be a slight smile on his lips.
Her smile is even bigger as she looks around.
"You know I can be some serial killer right?" He says without looking up.
"Nah," She says. "Serial killers don't have hero hair." She looks at his hair and smiles.
And it actually surprises her when he chuckles, she couldn't imagine him laughing at any cost. Perhaps it's the eyebrows, or the broody look.
"Uh, brother drama." He says without looking up from his hands.
She opens her mouth to talk, but she thinks better of it and only smiles.
"We all have some drama in our lives." She says. "I don't have siblings though, so I won't give advices." She chuckles as his smile gets bigger.
He looks up then, his gaze so intense; he looks at her like he knows her for so long.
"I'm Stefan." He says, reaching his hand and quickly regretting it because of the blood. However she takes his hand without hesitation.
"Caroline." She says with a smile.
They both keep gazing for a moment, still holding hands. She decides that he looks much better with that smile than the broody look.
And maybe she'll see him laughing too, someday?