Today is just the usual Thursday morning for me -- bus is crowded, I am not with Seven and the worst of all, I am not seated. But lucky that I am at the corner of the bus, near the door so my arm is wrapped around the stainless round bar to keep my balance. Plugging in my earphones, I played one of my favorite songs and going to keep playing my playlist on shuffle until the vehicle reaches my stop.
But then I found myself being dragged around by somebody, as I pull myself back; the person standing in front of me is, not surprising at all, Diego. I know that he lives in the same neighborhood as me, but why is he dragging me along with him?
