Bus stop
The way her hair danced with the wind was all he could think about that morning on the crosswalk. She was a couple of feet in front of him, one foot halfway perched on the curb. Her eyes were fixated on the little red hand across the street. She halfway turned her head as she expertly guided the flying golden strand and tucked it behind her ear. Her eyes swiftly looked back a for a tiny moment her eyes met his.
The green of her eyes flashed a little blue as she looked forward again. “Was it magic that made such hue?” He thought. “I will ask her today” he continued thinking. “Every day we walk together to the bus. Every day we catch little glimpses of each other. Every day it feels like the air between us flirts for us. I will ask her out today. Before the bus arrives”.
The light turned and she started walking. She walked confidently. Her hips swayed to a rhythm that hypnotized him. He thought how warm it would be to hold her by the hips and embrace her gently. She was so skinny he could wrap his arms twice around her and lift her up. Carry her somewhere where they could make time stop.
At the bus stop he noticed her looking at him. Her cheeks flushed a little when caught. He smiled at her and she smiled back then looked at her watch. The bus was coming. He stepped closer to her while looking to the street pretending to care for the bus. “I will ask her out now. I will ask her out now. Should I?” His mind was racing. The bus finally arrived and she got on.
He did not.
As the bus left he felt relieved. And regretful.
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