This morning I had to run to catch the bus pulling over to the stop. I thought if I didn’t enter through the back door (which we are allowed to do) I would for sure miss the bus. Just as the doors swung outward to open, I noticed a handsome man standing at the top of the steps trying to exit. He hesitated for a moment, and so did I, but only to exchange a look, most definitely an attraction of some sort—I felt the chills run down my spine. He smiled, and I smiled, both of us acknowledging the fact. He stepped off, and I got on, the entire ride playing out in my head, how I would capture that scene in a future novel.
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