❝because the stars weren't made for you, they're made for us ❞
life and death always met, under the shade of the rusty blue bus stop, as they wait for their rides on opposite ends. they just don't know which one is which.
...
the brunette, now tzuyu, waves over a waiter and is immediately brought upon attention. she points gently at their orders and the waiter scurries off.
she turns back to him, a hand meticulously placed under her head in support, "you're always at the same bus stop as me. "
"well, you're in the same predicament."
they hum, flustered, and continue to wait in silence - heads down low. lucas taps the floor with his leather school shoes, tzuyu taps rapidly at the table - fingers coming down one after the other.
he vaguely remembers his first impressions of her, a sweet bubbly girl who, ironically, likes milk bubble tea paired with crepes (he says that because he's seen her plenty of times with that specific combo). that, however, seems to be the exact opposite. before him wasn't exactly the most energetic character out there, maybe posh or neat would suffice. first impressions of her were clearly wrong.
now at this moment, he feels jumpy, awkward, just fuzzy all over. maybe breaking the silence would benefit both of them - it doesn't seem like she will anytime. so he prepares himself to ask her about herself but was stopped when a tray comes their way.
the food comes earlier than their wanted speeches, its delicious aroma doing wonders to break the fuzzy tension. he cuts his first piece and is greeted with a slice of melt-in-your-mouth meat, alongside a thick mushroom sauce and a few veggies in the mix. it tastes expensive - expensively good - frankly, he's reminded of his mother's take-outs whenever she's too tired to cook. or the fancy restaurants his father likes to dine in. those times weren't particularly the greatest neither has he enjoyed it, but he's found himself surprised when he enjoys this particular one.
from the first bite, he smiles serenely. tzuyu seems to be enjoying herself a little less - seemingly used to this. he should be used to it too, but something changes, that makes it more memorable. for once, he's caught himself entangled in something he found pleasurable. maybe it was their misplaced eye contact or their shoes stepping on each other lightly that he found sorta. . . endearing to an extent.
he glances at her from time to time and every time he catches her gaze he sees her eyes widen a fraction when she's caught. her cheeks turn rosy and he feels his turns too.
the food was delicious, the place is lively, but of course, it has to end. he looks up at her for the first time, again. she's wiping her mouth from any sauce with a white cloth. after usage, she neatly folds it on the table - the sauce side is hidden. her utensils are still in order and the plate perfectly clean, except for the eaten treats. then he looks at his own, a disarrayed mess, and something bothers him because of it.
he makes an attempt to fix his spoons in line and turn his plate the other way. the same feeling makes him check to see if she's looking, would she be impressed if she knew that he's learned table manners? instead, he's caught in a daze, fascinated by the busy almond eyes and her pursed lips as she continues fixing her glassware.
a knawing feeling disrupts her from finishing her objective, tzuyu looks up at him and sees him staring like he always does. he doesn't shy away from the fact that he's caught, the boy taking his chances and continuing to look at her, marveling in the universe her eyes hold.
she chuckles a little before looking at him full-on, "thank you, really, thank you."
"don't mention it."
the waiter comes by with the bill, he gives him his card but she declines and puts her own card in. after getting the receipt, she's the first to stand up, him following second. they leave the high-end restaurant - something he failed to notice earlier - and end up just outside its tall, victorian styled doors.
lucas turns to her. she doesn't turn because she’s looking from the start. a hand is held out on her part, "it was nice officially meeting the boy at the bus stop. " he gulps down a small yelp, suddenly feeling too shy to even shake her hands. a bit scared that she'd notice his twitching hand or his sweaty palm. he takes it either way, although he feels his face burning red again.
"likewise."
" 'till i see you at the bus stop, lucas. . . " she trails off something indecipherable, gently tugging on her uniform's sleeve. giving him a small sheepish smile, in the end, his eyes widen and his heart in a frenzied panic threatens to explode.
"the bus stop."
they go on opposite ends of the road after muttering their awkward goodbye's. he turns around just a bit, enough to see her moving farther, instead, lucas sees her doing the same thing, looking at him. like a deer caught in the headlights, they both turn around and start walking faster on both ends.
he manages himself a tiny satisfied smile before journeying on back.
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idk what to say anymore😅 but thanks to Legendgirl2 for beta-reading this work and giving tons of advice ~
