Leila was waiting at the bus stop. She was the only one there. She looked at her shoes and felt a wave of sadness come over her.

She missed her friends who moved away and longed for the cheerful chatters they used to have at this bus stop.

Leila started to draw on the dusty ground with a small twig. She drew her friends' faces and a bus - the symbol of their shared memories.

As she was lost in her doodling, she heard a rustle. She looked up to see a little squirrel scurrying around.

Leila smiled, watching the squirrel play. It was a simple sight but it brought her a bit of joy.

She offered the squirrel a piece of her biscuit. The squirrel cautiously approached, grabbed the biscuit and darted away.

Leila laughed softly, watching the squirrel. She felt a bit better now, her loneliness slowly replaced by a newfound friend.

She decided to name the squirrel 'Bus', a little tribute to her friends and the bus stop where they used to gather.

Leila got up, dusting off her uniform. She gave one last look at 'Bus', who was watching her from a tree.

She boarded the bus, waving at the squirrel. She felt a little less lonely knowing 'Bus' would be there tomorrow.

'Bus' the squirrel looked at the disappearing bus, biscuit crumbs around its mouth. It seemed to be waiting for its new friend.

The bus stop wasn't lonely anymore. It had 'Bus', the squirrel, and Leila, two friends who found solace in each other.