You were riding the bus and had obviously not ridden it often before. I could tell by the way you were looking around, glancing at your phone and looking at the paper in your hand. You seemed a bit anxious about making your stop. I kept trying to catch your eye because you are so sexy and I also wanted to help if you needed it. You were wearing a backpack, a disposable yellow mask, an unzipped jacket, leggings, white tennies and an olive-green shirt with the top few buttons undone. Your hair was dyed a shade of orange.
You finally did see me checking you out and you asked me a question about the bus. I wish we could have talked more. You are my type.
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