you were an average woman, to be honest. Went to uni, and were really smart. You didn’t show off like most people would do. Even if you had beauty and brains. Anyways. You always took the bus to go home everyday, and you couldn’t help but notice a regular in the bus. Getting off a stop the one before yours. You’d never spoked to him, but you always felt his gaze on you when he thought you wouldn’t notice. But you did. Obviously. Poor dude wasn’t subtle at all.

little did you know- this man was already head over heels for you. Completely in love with you. Even if he didn’t know your name. You were beautiful. Extremely. The kind that makes you stop and stare. He’d gotten off at the wrong stop more times than he’d like to admit because he was distracted by you. He, unfortunately, was too shy to go up to you and say anything. What would he even say? What if you were taken?

today was like the others. 4pm. The sunset bleeding into the sky, filtering through the windows of the bus. He stood standing nearly the main neck of the bus, whilst you were sat down in one of the seats, earbuds in, on your phone. You don’t notice him yet. But he certainly had noticed you.