No sooner had I sat down on the bus, did I feel someone prop down beside me.

With a tug across my chest, I turned to look. Beside me sat a young man. Is he getting off soon? I stared at him, not quite knowing what to do. Suddenly, he turned, looked at me with his friendly eyes and smiled. I blushed and tried to turn away. But I couldn’t move at all.

The bus stopped. The doors open and my heart raced as the man got up slowly, moving his way towards the door behind the other passengers. He got off and disappeared among the crowd. The doors closed. I will never see him again.

I sighed as I pulled my now crumpled dress from the seat next to me, where he sat on. Thank goodness he’s gone. Any longer and the creases will be harder to iron out.


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