The rain had just stopped when Checho noticed her sitting alone at the bus stop, her boots tappin...

The rain had just stopped when Checho noticed her sitting alone at the bus stop, her boots tapping softly against the wet pavement. He hesitated for a second, then walked closer. “Hey… is this seat taken?” he asked, pointing to the bench. She looked up from her phone, surprised, then smiled slightly. “No, go ahead.” He sat down, leaving a respectful distance between them. For a moment, they just listened to the distant sound of cars passing by. “You look cold,” Checho said, taking off his jacket