The Consequences of Chance Meetings

3

It felt like the longest bus ride of my life. I'd taken this route to school many times, but this one day, it seemed to drag on. Every time the bus went over a speed bump, I'd bump into the handsome stranger's shoulder. I'd mutter a tiny apology, still avoiding his gaze, all whilst secretly stealing glances at his structured face.

"This is my stop." His baritone voice suddenly said, as he fixed his school blazer and stood up. He gave a me a smile, showing me his dimples, before exiting the bus.

I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding, as my eyes followed him as he walked towards his school gates.

Part me felt sad that I never learnt his name, and part of me worked to quickly read the name of his school before the bus took off again, hoping that maybe we'd see each other again.

Then again, with my social skills, I'd still be as awkward and just be pleased with looking at his artwork of a face, not actually making a move.