It was a cold Autumn night. Well, actually it was chilling to the bone as I was walking with Chloe in the local park. The sky was clear of clouds and rays of moonlight were scattered onto the pavement by the bare branches of the great oak tree laying unattended in the center of the park. Chloe had pressed herself against me as we strolled towards the bus stop. Only her frail voice could be heard in the quietness of the old park. My brand new sports car had broken down near the city centre, crudely setting us off with a hiss of the engine. I damned myself for never sharing my brother's interest in cars. I had always been more into feminine things, but I had tried to suppress that side of me, even when I was around Chloe. After my car had failed us I had texted my dad to pick us up, but to no avail, which didn't really surprise me. He's usually passed out this late. This wasn't the first time he was unavailable in my time of need. He had always seemed distant to me, spending more time with my brother.
We eventually made it to the empty bus stop. Midway through the park I had offered Chloe my jacket to stop her from catching cold, leaving me in just my light red flannel shirt. That's how I referred to the color at least, talking about pink had always made me feel uneasy of myself for some reason.
I was just about to turn to Chloe to ask how's she feeling when I caught a glimpse of an approaching bus. It was a red, double-decker bus which appeared clear of other travellers. It seemed that Chloe was in a rush to get out of the cold, as she wasted no time in getting inside. Before entering the bus myself, my eyes skimmed over the sight of late London night one more time. But then, I saw a dark, worn bandana on the ground. I decided it would be better if I picked it up. After all, it would've served no purpose but to be trampled on, had I left it on the paving. I reached out for the piece of cloth as something unexpected happened. My hand collided with that of the stranger. It was a man of about my age. I straigthened my posture as I was about to apologize, but no words came out of my mouth. I found my stare stuck in his moonlit eyes, which his dark skin emphasized in the night setting.
"Hey," he said with suspense, breaking my stasis.
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It's late, need to continue tomorrow, rip.