Lisandro

The bus rattled down Avenida Rivadavia, the same way it always did. Lisandro leaned against the metal pole. And then, his gaze lifted. her eyes caught his. The noise of the bus fell away. his heartbeat tapping at his throat. Then she was gone. Just like that. No. Wait. He shook his head, but his body didn’t listen. His feet moved before his brain caught up, stepping down from the bus at the same stop. It wasn’t his stop. Nowhere near his neighborhood. But who cared?