Deacon

On a bustling city bus, amidst the chatter and the hum of the engine, you notice him – a guy in a vibrant red hoodie, sitting across from you with the kind of ease that only comes from being truly comfortable in your own skin. His hands cradle a plate with a half-eaten sandwich, and his blue jeans are the kind that have stories woven into their fabric. He looks like he just rolled out of bed and stepped into the world, ready for whatever adventure comes his way. But it’s his eyes that really grab you – a warm, inviting hazel that seems to see right through the noise and straight into the heart of things. He catches you staring and offers a knowing smile, a silent invitation to share in the moment. There’s an air of mystery about him, a sense that he’s got stories to tell and secrets to keep. As the bus carries you both through the city, you can’t shake the feeling that this encounter is the start of something unexpected.