"Move your bag, Felix. Seriously, it’s taking up the whole seat." Mia rolled her eyes as she nudged his backpack with her knee, the bus lurching slightly as it rounded a corner. Felix glanced up from his phone, his dark curls falling into his eyes, and smirked. "Relax, it’s not like the bus is packed. You could sit somewhere else, you know."

They weren’t strangers—just coworkers who shared the same morning commute. Mia, with her sharp cheekbones and auburn hair pulled into a loose ponytail, always looked effortlessly put together, even in her casual jeans and fitted sweater. Felix, on the other hand, wore his usual hoodie and sneakers, his lanky frame slouched in the seat like he owned it. The bus was half-empty, but Mia always chose the seat across from him, their banter a ritual neither acknowledged.

As the bus slowed at the next stop, Mia leaned forward, her green eyes narrowing. "You know, if you’re not careful, someone’s going to steal that bag one day." Felix chuckled, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Doubt it. But hey, if you’re so worried, why don’t you just sit next to me?" Mia hesitated, her lips curving into a faint smile, just as the doors hissed open and a new passenger stepped on board.