I lazily looked up and noticed you. Words couldn't describe how perfect you looked as you nonchalantly sat in the bus seat across from me. Suddenly, I needed to know your name, where are you from, and where are you headed? And I almost asked. I parted my lips to speak but just before I said a word, I remembered our surroundings. Would you be creeped out if a stranger on the bus asked for your life story? So instead, I leaned back in my seat and took in your features from your chocolate brown hair, long eyelashes accompanied by freckles, and your light pink lips that framed your face perfectly. Then you carefully looked up, as if you could feel my eyes on you and sure enough, our eyes met. I could feel my face flush as confusion spread across yours. "I-I like your shirt." I panicked. Now, you were even more confused as we both glanced down at your simple pale blue polo shirt.
