He was sitting at the back of the bus, his eyes intently drowning in a book.
She sat down, across from him. Her back facing the side windows. At first, he hadn't noticed anything until he looked up to check the roads. There she was; sitting and daydreaming. Her skin was kissed by the cold dry winter air. And her cheeks were cherry red.
They both rode the bus in silence, each in their own world.
Before he got off at his stop, he took one last glance at her and he disappeared.