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I shifted in my seat, straightening my posture. I'd recently left the museum. God, all those memories I simply can't let go of. The few images of being a child, strolling my younger brother throughout the building, teasing each other and searching around for new learning concepts to grasp.
The bus came to a pause, my eyes switching to the front of the vehicle. Passengers from the city exited, others boarded. I stayed put, but green pigment caught my thoughts from the corner of my eye.
I hadn't noticed him before, and I wish I had sooner. Something about him attracted me. Curiosity clouded over my brain, and I perceived that I was watching for a bit too long. After mentally thanking the aviators across my face, I observed him closer.
Beginning at the top of his head, I took in the appearance of his hair. It was brown, but not a dull, unappealing brown. It only made the rest of him better. It wasn't messy, but it wasn't exactly the neatest. It didn't seem gelled or fake. It made somewhat of a quiff in the front, pieces of hair sticking down and curling faintly across the sides, with glasses mounted perfectly down on the bridge of his nose. His skin was slightly tanned, a delicate shade. He may have had faded freckles across his cheeks, but I couldn't tell from this distance (or angle). His jacket was green, not too puffy. It looked just right on him, and the jacket itself wasn't too vibrant to catch someone off guard.
During this, he was reading silently. He contently enjoyed the page he was upon, flipping to the next. I noticed the green tint in his eyes, stunned at how exquisite every one of his features could be. Once eyeing his jaw, I slightly turned away. I couldn't simply stare at him all day, that would be ridiculous. Along with the fact it isn't polite, and the fear he could look up and see a complete stranger examining him. I would seem creepy, and I don't want to make the man feel uncomfortable.
But this Saturday just became interesting.
