For almost six months, the same girl and I waited for different college buses at the same stop. We never spoke, but we recognised each other.
One rainy morning, her bus didn't arrive and my umbrella was large enough for two. I awkwardly offered her space. That fifteen-minute wait became our first conversation.
After that, we started arriving earlier just to talk. Eventually, even when both of us got scooters, we kept meeting at the old bus stop. Some places become important because of the person you repeatedly find there.