Last night after the birthday party, me and
of my friends decided to walk home together. The night felt calm and a bit sleepy, that quiet hour where the streets are half-empty but still alive with little lights from open stores. We ended up sleeping over at one of my friend’s houses, but before that, something strange and kind of funny happened.
As we were about to cross the street, a motorcycle came speeding toward us, so we stopped to wait. But then, as he passed by, everything felt like it suddenly went into slow motion. He looked straight at me and smiled. Not just a random smile—that kind of smile, like he knew me somehow. It caught me off guard. I didn’t even know who he was, but there was something about that moment that made me smile back instinctively.
My friends saw it too. We all stood there for a second, stunned and confused, before bursting into laughter. They said he parked near the burger shop close by, but I didn’t even bother to look back. We just crossed the street, still laughing and teasing each other about what happened.
It was one of those little moments that don’t really mean anything but somehow stay with me. That unexpected smile from a stranger that lingers longer than it should.