( next to you ) ; ⸺ + @engraveing !
it's not that garam is excited about this weekend... but it is a nice distraction, especially when everything in her life wasn't making a bit of sense lately. so complicated, if nothing else. miserable also came to mind. but so did.... butterflies.
she shakes her head and loads onto the big bus bright and early— very early. there's, in fact, so few people filling any of the seats it would be so easy to fold into an empty one. let fate drop her someone in next to her, that would be fun (sigh... she has no faith it would be someone she wants, with her luck, with her attitude for assuming the worst).
she head and face counts. strangers, one maybe (where... where did she even recognize them), noeul and then... noeul. oh she bounded down the isle, from casually strolling and glancing to all but jogging, bag bouncing at her back. she took it off and then plunked down beside him with it in her lap instead.
"aah, my friend," she tilted her head, eyes a little too sparkly for 8am all but on the dot in the morning; clearly happy to see him. "you saved me from having to suffer a stinky bus buddy i wouldn't even want to talk to." she's close, their shoulders touching.
last she saw him they were sprawled across his place, art and reading, paralleling in comfortable silence. still a strangely comforting, fond memory. she realizes she doesn't spend quite enough time with him. on the whim, she lifts her phone out of her jean pockets and leans her head close to him— the front view camera of their faces as she put her cheek way too close to him, "i want to remember this." she tells him and smiles, snaps a picture that's probably a little unfocused and there's no guarantee he's even looking.