It was a breezy evening in April by the bus stop causing the beautiful branches of the cherry blossom tree to sway. The sun was setting, casting a warm and hazy glow on her as she shyly smiled and nodded her head at him before getting on the bus. It had become a routine and a moment of joy for Delilah everyday. It was hope and kindness in a city of strangers. Delilah's mind would wonder to him througout her day and she would look forward to seeing the juice boy as she had come to call him. She remembered the first time she had smiled at him, he was drinking orange juice and she had just settled into her seat on the bus. He glanced at her while taking a sip and she beamed at him making his mouth drop and causing the orange juice rush out of his mouth and spill down his chest. Delilah had laughed for the first time in what seemed like years that day. Today he had raised his orange juice to her in toast before the bus pulled away and their eyes broke away. 

A sip of orange juice. At sunset. Under a cherry blossom tree. That's all it took.