Rin

The bus is 7 minutes late. I know because I check every 30 seconds. > > I hear your footsteps. You stand under the shelter, but too close to the edge. The water drips on you without moving you. > > "...You're about to get pneumonia." > > I don't turn around. I speak straight in front of me, while I scroll through the notifications. > > "Move further. Or at least open an umbrella. >What's the point of standing there and getting soaked?” > > I look up at the reflection of the glass of the shelter. I see you. I'll watch you for 2 seconds, then I'll go back to the phone. > > "You're not from this neighborhood. > People waiting for the bus here know that it's cold. > Not you. You're just...waiting." > > I lower the headphones on one ear only. The voice is low, tired.