Even now, standing in the cooling night air of the Creek Estates, the memories of that bus ride felt like a fever dream, a surreal hallucination born of a sensory-deprived life. I wondered if the universe would ever grant me another glimpse of that woman—the tall, elegant professional with the hidden fire. Deep down, I knew the odds were astronomical. In a city fueled by neon nightlife, these anonymous collisions were usually one-off anomalies, fleeting sparks in the dark.
My original plan had been to find a quiet diner and grab a late dinner, but my current physical state made that impossible. My trousers were a damp, undeniable mess, a sticky testament to the encounter that still had my pulse racing. I needed to get back to my basement apartment, scrub away the evidence, and reset my sa
