Unexpected Reunion on a Bus

I’m on a bus and spot my ex, smiling at me. I avoid his gaze, but he sits beside me anyway. He digs into his pocket, pulls out a ring, and says without a hint of embarrassment, “It’s…” My heart races, shocked, expecting a proposal. He chuckles, “It’s the ring you left at my place.” Relief and awkwardness flood me as I recognize my grandmother’s old keepsake. “I thought you’d want it back,” he adds, grinning. I laugh nervously, taking it, our

past tension easing. We chat about old times—how we met at that café, the silly fights—until my stop nears. “Thanks,” I say, pocketing the ring. He nods, “Take care.” As I step off, I glance back; he’s still smiling. The ring feels like closure, not a tie. Later, I text him a quick “appreciate it,” and he replies with a thumbs-up. A strange, sweet end to our story, leaving me smiling too.