Love never announces its arrival.
It simply appears—quietly, suddenly—and changes everything.
Emma had always believed that love was something people talked about, not something that actually happened to her. She was the kind of girl who walked fast, avoided eye contact, and kept her dreams neatly folded inside her heart.
That morning, the city felt unusually loud. Cars rushed past, people hurried by, and life moved on without pause. Emma stood at the bus stop, headphones in her ears, lost in her own thoughts.
And then—she looked up.
Across the street, a pair of unfamiliar eyes met hers.
For a brief second, the world slowed down.
He was standing there, holding a cup of coffee, his expression calm yet curious. There was nothing extraordinary about him—yet something about the way he looked at her made her chest tighten.
Emma quickly looked away, her heart beating faster than it should.
Why am I feeling this way? she wondered.
The bus arrived, breaking the moment. As she stepped inside, she glanced back through the window.
He was still there.
Watching
She didn't know his name.
She didn't know his story.
But deep inside, Emma felt it—
This wasn't just a coincidence.
This was the beginning of something she could never undo.