he was at the bus stop, leaning on the post as she waited. she was waiting for her bus when she saw him. she made discreet glances. he caught her looking at him five times. she looked away quickly each time. she didn't want to come off as a weirdo. she wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans. she chewed on her lip.

the bus coughed and wheezed into her stop. he got on the bus. she wanted to sit beside him. she followed after him but perched herself on a lone seat when he turned around. phew. she fiddled around with her bus transfer ticket. she glanced back at him. maybe she should write her phone number and give it to him?