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She was sitting on the bench with her legs curled up to her chin on a cloudy day. She looked up and see the lamp post with a stick that bodly said, "BUS STOP". Emotionless, she thought.

She turned her head and looked the other way. A young man who was dressed for work sat down right beside her, holding a cup of Tim Horton's iced cappucino. They sat in silence.

"My girlfriend loved iced capp," he said out of the blues, "but she's gone now..."

She thought she saw a sparkle of tear in the corner of his eye.

"Would you like to have a sip?" He offered and push the cup towards her.

She didn't answer. She simply moved her head towards to him and put her mouth over the slightly bitten straw. The cool liquid went down her throat as she again, looked at him. She wasn't able to see much, since the sun was half coming out of the clouds behind him. She made a small sound with her throat. He looked down onto her. He gave her a slight nod and went back looking out to the busy traffic road.

Another person arrived upon the bus stop. It was an old lady. The lady looked old, well, she was old. She wore an old-fashioned pink fluffy dress with a pink apron in another shade. She sat down at one end of the bench, away from the both of them.

Minutes passed, the bus still hadn't arrive. He looked at his watch.

"So i guess we're waiting for the next bus?" The old lady asked. The young man nodded. "Is that..." She pointed to the cup of ice capp, "good?"

He nodded again.

She was getting tired. She leaned against his right shoulder as the first raindrops dropped from above. He opened his umbrella, "here," he whispered to her.

She picked up his right arm, casually rolled up the sleeve of his dark grey suit, his navy sweater, and his white shirt. She could hear the old lady asking him what time it was. She held his watch in her hand and looked at it.

"It's 10:40." He said.

"It's too big," she said.

"I think I'll go get one of those iced capps. Where can I get them?"

He turned to show the old lady the cup and looked at the girl again. "I know, but i dont know how to make it fit."

She snapped the cold metal of his watch, she tunred the watch around his wrist, and snapped another. "Here, silly." She smiled.

She held on to his bare arm. She could feel her cold hands getting heat from his forearm.

"You're cold." He said.

She put her knees on his thighs. He put his hand over her knees. "I know," she said.

"What time is it? What time is it?" The old lady came back yelling.

The girl picked up his hand and showed the watch to his eyes, "2 minutes to 45," he answered.

"The bus is coming! The bus is coming!" The old lady yelled.

He looked at the young girl beside her, he put his arm around her waist, "I wish i could stop time."

The girl dropped a tear.

He looked at her, he knew they were in the same thoughts.

The bus was arriving, it didn't seem to have the intention to stop. He grabbed her arm and they ran right in front of the bus. The bus wasn't able to stop.

She smiled and said to him for the last time, "Thanks," as it rained harder. They collasped onto each other. The old lady didn't get on the bus, the bus drove away without stopping.