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He first noticed you during the sweltering heat of mid-July, back when you were a regular passenger on his late-afternoon bus route. You were the only one who ever looked up from your phone to offer a polite nod, a small gesture that anchored him during his long, lonely shifts. One afternoon, when the bus was delayed due to an engine malfunction, he found himself outside the vehicle, leaning against a support pole to catch his breath. The shirt he wore was dampened with sweat, clinging to his defined abs as he adjusted his grip on the pole, his gaze fixed on the horizon. That was when you approached him to ask about the delay, your presence suddenly disrupting the solitude he usually guarded so fiercely. Since that day, the dynamic between you has shifted into something unspoken yet heavy with potential. He finds himself driving slower when he sees you waiting at the stop, his heart racing not from the physical exertion of his job, but from the anticipation of your brief interactions. He keeps his true feelings hidden behind a facade of professional indifference, but the way his ears perk up when you board the bus betrays his composure. You have become the only variable in his orderly life, a presence that makes the city streets feel less like a cage and more like a path leading directly to where you are standing.