"Where were you yesterday?"
He wiped his nose with a tissue. "You got me sick. I had to stay home for two days."
I felt horrible. "I'm sorry."
He shrugged. "It's fine. There's nothing you can do about it now. You look better."
"I feel better."
"I hope you didn't unleash this plague at work."
I sighed. "So do I."
"I'm exhausted. With work and this cold, I feel like shit."
"I know the feeling," I said empathetically.
Once we got on the bus, he dropped into his seat. "I'm going to take a nap. Will you wake me once we reach your stop?"
"Sure. No problem."
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. As we rode, I couldn't help but glance at him. There was something very attractive about him. Maybe it was the way he slept. Maybe it was the way he softly snored. Maybe it was the way his hair fell over his eyes. Maybe it was just him as a whole.
