Irene can’t help but look at the young couple sitting across them. She can tell they’re a few years younger than them, still in their school uniforms and shining with that youthful glow.

She can’t help but wonder… did they just meet recently? Are they classmates? Have they introduced each other to their friends yet? She forms stories in her head, imagining who confessed first or where they went for their first date… things she wishes were hers as well.

She tries not to smile when one of them cracks a joke and the girl with longer hair chuckles a little loudly before stopping herself. Recovering from laughter, she looks up and meets eyes with Irene.

Her glances are fleeting and shy, but with the same intensity and curiosity. Irene sends the girl a small smile that probably looked a little too sad, because the girl creases her eyebrows and frowns. The young girl’s gaze fleets from Irene’s eyes and down to where her hand lies.

In particular, where Irene’s hand intertwines with Wendy’s.

The young girl’s girlfriend gestures a kiss before stepping off at her stop. And that’s when Irene faces Wendy again.

She’s breathtakingly beautiful even when she’s rambling. A last-minute errand made her late for their meet-up and pissed her off in the end. Irene tries so hard not to show how touched she was at the thought of Wendy rushing to meet her and wanting to make the most out of