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The scene is like something out of an autumn film – a bus stop, a cigarette, a slightly hoarse voice and that awkward spark between laughter and suspicion. Everything seems simple: conversations about dates, inappropriate jokes, the bus is late... but underneath it all is that familiar feeling when it's clear that you've gotten yourself into something you didn't plan on.

Here, flirting sounds like a warning, and tenderness sounds like a trap. He is a deceiver, she knows it, but she stays for a couple of verses longer anyway. Her voice trembles not from the cold, but from the thought that she has ‘got herself into trouble’ again, and yet for some reason she has no regrets. After all, everyone has moments like this, when love arrives unscheduled.