Simple Glances

Chapter 8: Nice Music Taste

Most of my work for the day was just orientation- type things.  I was glad to step out the diner, and breathe normally.  I pulled my phone in my jeans pocket, and scrolled to Spotify and played my favorite playlist on shuffle.  'If It Means A lot to You' by A Day To Remember blasted through my earbuds. Ah. A true emo classic.  I ran to the bus and bounced to the nearest seat in the back.  A guy wearing a beanie standing in the next row in front of me tapped his feet.  If I wasn't so terrified, I would ask if I could sit by him. But no. Hah.  I sat down, leaning my head on the window.  I closed my eyes, and heard the faint sounds of humming.  The guy turned around suddenly, smiling. "I can hear your music. Nice music taste."  He went into a coughing fit, and apologized. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I immediately turned my music down on my phone. My cheeks heated up to my ears. 

"No! I wasn't trying to get you to turn it down. I wasn't, uh, attempting to be rude. I'm sorry."

My mouth formed an O shape. The words could barely escape. HE'S TALKING TO ME. "Oh.." I chuckled and smiled with an unsure feeling in my stomach. Goshdangit. I hate talking. I hate the awkward silences where I have no idea what to say.  I rubbed the back of my neck, thinking about the things I could talk about. Nope. I shouldn't. I'll end up saying something that will come out totally wrong.  The guy turned around. Thank god.  I thought about his looks. He had short blue hair (from what I could see because he had a beanie on.)  His lanky body was sporting a beige cardigan.   Huh, very librarian chic.  Dirty red Vans covered his feet.  Slight stubble on his chin.  Hazel covered eyes. Mmm. I wanted him to turn around so I could look at his face again. My brain tried to piece together how he looked so I could keep something for myself.  I already have a crush on a guy I don't know anything about. I can't even properly talk to him. Oh goody.