The rain was coming down in flurries and swirls, and whichever way Trent turned, it seemed to manage to be in his face. He hunched himself around the hot takeout cups he was carrying, and wished, increasingly petulantly, for the freaking bus to turn up already. He’d been waiting for at least ten minutes, and his trainers were getting soggy, and even layered up he was starting to freeze, and if the bus didn’t show up soon Ru would already have left by the time Trent got over to the art warehouse.
Trent juggled the cups to get them resting warm against his chest so he could look at his watch. Twelve minutes, and eight past due, and he was going to miss Ru, and next time he was just going to phone first and forget about nice surprises. He squinted into the gloom, straining to make out any vaguely bus-shaped vehicles : the road was mostly sweeping headlights and rumbling noise. He shivered, wrapped both arms around the coffee cups, and resolved that he was going to buy a new hat when he picked up his check on Friday.
He wasn’t entirely sure if it was actually possible to be any colder or more miserable than he was currently, but he was plenty happy never to find out when a solid block of warm golden glow resolved into a much-delayed city bus. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and tried to ignore the unpleasant squelching, instead concentrating on the bus’s steady glide through the traffic and the promise of heat when the doors hissed open.
Trent juggled the cups to get them resting warm against his chest so he could look at his watch. Twelve minutes, and eight past due, and he was going to miss Ru, and next time he was just going to phone first and forget about nice surprises. He squinted into the gloom, straining to make out any vaguely bus-shaped vehicles : the road was mostly sweeping headlights and rumbling noise. He shivered, wrapped both arms around the coffee cups, and resolved that he was going to buy a new hat when he picked up his check on Friday.
He wasn’t entirely sure if it was actually possible to be any colder or more miserable than he was currently, but he was plenty happy never to find out when a solid block of warm golden glow resolved into a much-delayed city bus. He shifted his weight from foot to foot and tried to ignore the unpleasant squelching, instead concentrating on the bus’s steady glide through the traffic and the promise of heat when the doors hissed open.
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