The winter wind blew down the empty street.
Leo pulled his heavy coat closer to his body.
He was a college student, and he was very tired.
He stood at the bus stop, waiting for the last bus home.
An older woman was also waiting under the dim street lamp.
She wore a thick scarf and held a colorful umbrella.
The bus was already twenty minutes late.
Leo looked at his phone and sighed loudly.
The woman smiled at him with kind eyes.
She asked if the bus was always this late on Tuesdays.
Leo explained that he usually finished his evening classes earlier.
They started talking to pass the time in the cold air.
The woman mentioned that she used to study in this neighborhood.
She said she went to Maplewood High School many years ago.
Leo opened his eyes wide in surprise.
He told her that he graduated from Maplewood last year.
They quickly realized they went to the exact same school.
The woman laughed and shared stories about her favorite teachers.
Her graduation was exactly fifty years before his.
They talked about the big library and the old sports center.
The freezing night did not feel so terrible anymore.
Finally, the bright lights of the bus appeared in the distance.
They stepped onto the warm bus together, still sharing happy memories.