That was the day her eyes opened. Amy Grettlemen got on the bus just like any normal day to get to that minimum wage job that she actually enjoyed. Her bus ride lased about an hour because
she had to get onto one other bus. Daily, she would see the same people get on and off at the same stops. Amy was a friendly, approachable young woman so naturally, she said “hello” or “good
morning” to the passengers who also looked friendly. However, on this misty Monday morning, a man got on that she’d never seen before.
He, later known as Ethan Jenly, sat directly in front of her. His jeans were ripped—the opposite of Amy’s Calvin Klein dark skinny
legged jeans bought by her roommate Michelle for her last birthday. His hands looked very rough and calloused for it only being the start of a work day. This most likely meant years at a
hardworking job, but it didn’t show on his face at all. This man’s face was wrinkle free, even scar-free. It would have been perfect—the bone structure like a model—if Amy hadn’t noticed his eyes.
They looked tired but more along the lines of having not shut for days and were full of worry.
Amy was mildly curious and held many questions. At that moment, after seeing his green eyes, he spoke in a charming voice suitable
for his features but not his style. She had assumed he would sound exhausted with a voice hinting with ruggedness. The sound of his voice made Amy internally decided for her that she would no
longer be assumptions about other people, especially this man’s character. When he spoke for the first time, after fifteen minutes into his ride, he was explaining his appearance on the bus. Even
the driver knew he never used public transportation.
“My Grand Am needed some work for the new year,” the man claimed.
“Hope there wasn’t a wreck or anything,” the driver said.
“Nothing like that, thanks. It was either fix it or get stares at the rumbling car when I drove down the streets with paint
chipping every five feet,” he explained.
“That shouldn’t take too long…no need for the bus after a couple of days,” the driver assumed.
“I guess so,” he agreed.
While he said that last sentence, he looked away from the driver’s seat and glanced at Amy. She could see his restless look
fade away and being replaced by the curiosity that was still caught in her eyes. Neither of them spoke the rest of the bus ride. She must have been blushing scarlet red at his curious gaze and he
didn’t want to talk to her. He got off the bus before she did and she watched him go and he looked after the bus once he stepped off and it drove away and then he watched her leave.
Amy re-found the book in her lap that she had completely forgotten about. Instead of seeing the words, she just flipped pages. As
she was doing this, she remembered what the driver had said. He’d be back on tomorrow and maybe the next day. In order to prep herself for this strangers next appearance, she thought of the game
twenty questions and thought of the twenty questions she wanted to ask him. The list in her head went from his name all the way to his favorite smell. She had to narrow it down; that’s for
After a long hour on the bus, both with company and without, she made it to her Animal Babysitter’s job and got to work. The dogs
and cats she cared for she would baby and use that baby sounding voice. Today, she spoke to the animals like they were competent people. It wouldn’t be considered crazy because this is how Amy
worked. She always had to talk when she took care of the animals. Her fellow coworkers were off doing the same thing she was. Amy Grettlemen could not keep quiet when it came to boys. Not when she
was thirteen and not now at the mature age of twenty -two. She worked her full shift and got her ride home from her manager. She was the lady you didn’t talk to about boys no matter how much you
were bursting with a story.
Mrs. Snegger was in her sixties and would get over-enthused at the mention of a name that sounded like it was male. Amy turned red
on a daily basis because Mrs. Snegger would always talk about men that were clients and “definitely ring-less.” She would specifically call Amy to the front of the shop and introduce her to the
perspective men. Amy would always have to correct her and say “perspective clients.” This was a ridiculous habit Mrs. Snegger had formed, but she kept her mouth zipped shut while Mrs. Snegger took
her home and babbled on about the flawless men that had potential to be husbands.
Amy’s two roommates, Michelle and Elizabeth, were there at 5:30 p.m. when she got home. This was always a good thing because it
was rare that they could have dinner and catch-up. Amy never really had news and the new guy on the bus was definitely news. Her two college friends wouldn’t ask too many questions because they
would want to get back to their nursing/psychology studying. Amy did online courses and they weren’t too much trouble. The conversation went smoothly and predictably; except at the part where Amy
described her morning bus ride. That is when things went off track and both Michelle and Elizabeth stopped speaking the same words at the same time and instead became two different people.
Michelle yelled, “WHAT?”
Elizabeth shouted, “TELL US EVERYTHING!”
Amy explained what had happened—how she saw him and was immediately curious which never happened with the Animal
Babysitter’s men. She told them about his appearance being different from his face and voice. Her story-telling abilities must have been amazing because Amy’s roommates’ jaws were practically to
the floor. They launched back into yelling.
“This is seriously amazing!” Elizabeth said.
“UNBELIEVEABLE!” Michelle added, yet still shouted.
Calmly, Amy said, “How so? I mean, it’s just a guy on my bus—a complete enigma. I’m not going to talk to him.”
Startled, the two girls said, “Why not? You speak to everyone else.”
“Not true,” denied Amy, “I just say ‘good morning’ to them.”
Trying to not sound bossy, Michelle said, “Okay, then you should say hi to him tomorrow morning and smile. Do not turn red like
you usually do or else you will blow it!”
“Gee, thanks for the advice. You aren’t a dictator at all” Amy said sarcastically.
All three of the girls laughed and finished up their dinner. Amy wasn’t regretting that she told the two her random newcomer
story. It was nice having something to actually talk about and to not sound monotonous. She did regret letting it interfere with her sleeping that night. She woke up twice to check that her outfit
was presentable. She woke up another time to see if her face was blemish free. Everything was fine of course.
Her alarm rang off at 7:10 a.m. and she sluggishly got out of bed to get dressed and ready. She decided against putting her
uniform on and instead settled on some nice jeans and a pretty sweater. Working with dogs, there was no need to look your best. Yesterday morning she was working with the smaller dogs that didn’t
shed so she wore her dark jeans. Contrasted to yesterday, today’s jeans would be seen because she wouldn’t wear her long, old, puffy coat. Today, she would wear her special occasion grey woolen
coat that tightens at the waist to bring attention to her hourglass figure. When dressing, Amy thought it was a wasted effort. It’s just a boy, she thought. Then she looked in the mirror
on her way out and felt good about herself. Even if she gets no appraising glances, she’ll have a confidence within her.
When taking the bus in the morning, people establish their own seat. This morning when she stepped up onto the bus, her seat was
occupied by that man. He’d gotten on before her today…weird. She was actually a bit angry that he had taken her seat. He obviously didn’t know the rules of public transportation—you don’t take
peoples seats. After sitting down across from him, she brought out her book.
“Hello. Good morning,” he spoke to Amy.
“Hi.” she shot right back not taking her eyes from her book. Amy was the type to hold grudges and she didn’t want to speak to
“Not a good morning then,” he spoke with sincerity.
“Well, no offense to you…” she began but paused when she realized his name was unknown still.
“Ethan,” he told her at the pause.
“Oh, Ethan then, no offense, but you took my seat,” Amy told him honestly.
“I’m so sorry. I hadn’t realized people were picky about their seats on a bus,” he said apologetically and actually sounded
Amy was slightly taken aback by home kind he was being. They had an extra hour to talk so she put a smile on and talked to
him for real now.
“That’s really quite alright. It’s just a seat after all. I’m Amy. I accidentally overheard your conversation yesterday
morning—last bus ride for you forever eh?”
“Actually,” he began, “the place never called me so you’ll see me tomorrow. I found a stop closer to my place so I’ll be sure not
to get in your seat next time.”
Amy laughed, “That would be wonderful.”
She didn’t really have anything else to keep the conversation going. She looked back down to her book.
Mark was surprisingly talkative and the conversation kept up nicely. She was committing to memory the entire conversation until
the hour was up and she had to leave. Before her stop she remembered he had gotten off before her so she had to ask him about it.
“You got off before me yesterday; did you miss your stop?”
He embarrassingly answered, “No. I don’t know the bus routes well and asked the driver where I should really get off and on the
bus. He saved me an extra five minutes standing in the cold. I see you have a sweater on, it’s nice. I should probably invest in one.”
“Thank you, sweaters do keep a person warm. Try Express, they have some very handsome looking sweaters,” she said.
Mark laughed and said, “I’ll do that. Handsome looking ones you say? I need them then.”
It was her stop and as she walked out of the bus, she said to him, “No…you don’t need the sweater to look handsome. Have
a good day and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Amy walked into work feeling very proud of herself for not wrecking the morning by sounding unintelligent or ditzy. Not that
it was easy to be those things for her, but when it came to boys, she wasn’t exactly an expert. Before her shift, she sent a quick text to Elizabeth while getting dressed into sweats and a bigger
t-shirt. Michelle would be with Elizabeth and she could relay the message about Ethan to her. She also didn’t want to waste minutes. I may be talking on the phone more frequently she
thought to herself.
A split second after she sent that text, her inbox had Elizabeth’s reply. It said that Michelle and she would be home for dinner
again and they would indeed be having a chat about this episode between Ethan and Amy. Amy was very excited about being able to re-connect with the girls. She was losing touch and this situation
was the only one that could keep them on track as best friends. Michelle and Elizabeth had been worrying about Amy for a while now. Not anymore.
Amy rushed through her work of playing with the dogs and noticed a few people were short some animals to care for. Amy had four
but figured she may ask the other workers if they wouldn’t mind helping out. For the first time in the three years of working at Animal Babysitters’, Amy was going to ask to leave early. She didn’t
want to rush dinner because she had to do her History online class. If leaving was for educational purposes, surely Mrs. Snegger wouldn’t be mad if she left. She called Elizabeth from the work
phone to ask if she’d be home in a couple of hours to get her from work. Unfortunately, she had Nutrition class to go to and more unfortunate news followed; that means Michelle would be with her.
The afternoon buses were always crowded, but dinner with the girls was worth it. Plus, Ethan could be on the bus and that reason alone made up her mind to just take the bus home.
Well, he wasn’t on the bus, but she managed to get home, do her online class just in time for the roomies to arrive home. Then Amy
got started on dinner. None of them were even sitting at the dinner table before the questioned erupted from Michelle and Elizabeth. They’d always been like this—from the freshmen orientation up
until now. The conversation or rather, the examination process once again started with the roommates simultaneous “TELL US EVERYTHING.” This time, she would have more of a story besides the one
from the previous dinner. This time, Amy had a name and an hour of conversation to go along with it. Not to mention the fact that she also got a compliment out of this man.
Mouths open, the girls said “No way” like they do in the movies.
Naturally, Amy had to follow up with an excited “Way!” which she did unashamed. After this cliché moment, the real story
“We talked during the entire bus ride before I had to get off. When he complimented me, I actually accepted it and said something
back besides a ‘thank you’. I don’t think I blushed because he never laughed at me. But he did laugh! And it was a good hearty laugh. It was shocking even to me that I didn’t mess anything up.
There wasn’t an exchange of numbers, but hopefully Wednesday, I mean tomorrow…”
Michelle cut her off and said, “You mean Thursday. Tomorrow is Thursday.”
Confused, Amy said, “But my classes…I got my work done today.”
They reminded her that it is online courses she is taking—you do them on your own time. Amy relaxed at once. She was stuck
in Michelle and Elizabeth’s routine so much so that she forgot her own.
“Well then,” she started up into her story again, “there was no number exchange but hopefully tomorrow, Thursday. I should
probably start asking him questions to see if he’s not a psycho killer or a stalker. His car should’ve been fixed by now, yet he is still taking the bus. What do you guys think?”
Michelle’s opinion was to go ahead and figure him out using questions. Elizabeth’s opinion was more detailed. She suggested
to ask questions also but to make sure it stayed friendly and wouldn’t stray into a game of cross examination. She told Amy that a guy knows if someone is looking for the serial killer in him and
to keep the questions about current subjects; aka normal things.
Elizabeth had a history with all types of guys. Her brothers (four to be exact) ranged from jock and nerd to musician and bum. She
knew what guys thought of girls who asked too much too fast and those were the girls who were turn-offs. She was a good friend to Amy by her knowledge. Michelle had the physicality part for Amy to
know as well. Both friends were vital to her blossoming into a confident woman.
Michelle was a fashionista. She wore the prettiest scrubs when she had clinical. This obsession was also the cause of her money
problems. Mall adventures were practically a weekly tradition. Amy was smart enough to only go once a month. However, when meeting a new boy, Michelle felt it was necessary that Amy need to buy a
new wardrobe. She thought it was great that Ethan complimented her sweater, but she had to try out other clothes also and to avoid that same sweater for about two weeks or else he may think she was
trying too much by wearing it more than once in two weeks. Amy sighed.
“Do you want our help or not?” Michelle asked rather rudely.
“Yeah! We want to improve your knowledge and looks, not change you completely.” Elizabeth added hearing Michelle’s rude sounding
“Oh, I know, I know,” Amy said innocently, “it’s just that this is a lot to take in and do. We have school and I have work to
“No worries Amy dear. Friends always come first, “Elizabeth said.
“Exactly. See? We are here for you. You don’t work tomorrow and instead of dinner, we’ll hit the mall and grab a snack there.”
Michelle said excitedly.
“Oh! Crap! I don’t work on Thursday’s do I? I won’t see him and I didn’t tell him that. I said ‘see you tomorrow’” Amy was
“Calm. Calm it down. This is not the end of the world,” once again simultaneously said by the girls.
“Okay, you’re right,” she took a deep breath and continued, “Amy can play a little hard to get. It’s just one day, he won’t think
I’ve died tragically.”
“That’s the spirit Crisis over then. I’m going to finish dinner and go workout. Would you like to join me Amy? You never come!”
“Sure, why not. I’m doing new things, exercise may as well count,” Amy agreed happily.
The two hurried with dinner and Michelle let Amy borrow some workout clothes. Amy owned none but was luckily skinny as
Michelle was. At the gym, there were a lot of men like the ones at the shop and she didn’t get that same spark like she had with Ethan Jenly. That spark wasn’t there but the mens’ girlfriends that
accompanied them were sure alert. Their glares were like daggers. Amy had no choice but to look straight ahead at that treadmill for fear the glares would get her and bring her down. Michelle
babbled on about the equipment they would use next. Amy was trying to pay attention the best she could but failed and her thoughts went to Ethan and overpowered her concentration abilities.
Michelle noticed the difference but wasn’t angry with her. She did quit speaking about the machines and started on the olypticals.
Amy was getting energetic from all the exercising which was an oxymoron. Doing a workout had Amy ready to tackle anything whereas
when she sat home watching her shows, she was dead tired. She felt good doing something different and would for sure come back to that gym. She let Michelle in on how much fun she was having and
Michelle smiled. Next time, Elizabeth would come and the three of them would have a great time.
When Michelle had had enough, they went home. It was just in time for her Wednesday reality show, but Amy chose to tivo it and
read. She hadn’t been able to read for a couple of days now and she always finished a book each week. It was a tradition. Her book, Strangers to Lovers, was oddly enough about what was
going on in her own life currently. Girl meets boy and has pleasant conversations but the worry of never seeing him again always loomed in the background. She became so consumed with the story,
seeing as it was made for her, that she finished it. And in the end they found each other again and everything was fabulous she quoted to herself from the last sentence. Then Amy looked at
the clock by her head and it read 12:10 a.m. How on earth had I stayed up so long? she wondered aloud. When did the girls say goodnight—if they even had? she questioned.
Time was really escaping Amy these days, and although she liked the reasoning behind it, she didn’t want to miss anything. She had
her last year of school by doing a few online classes and could literally not afford to receive a bad grade. There were two months left and this was almost crunch time. However, Amy had longed for
someone to share her stresses with to take them away. There was no point in dropping Ethan because she was finally getting what she wanted out of life; a partner. All of these big scary thoughts
were enough to get her sleeping and she slept peacefully and dreamlessly through most of the night.
It was almost 10:00 a.m. when her dream woke her up. From conversation last night, she had dreamy about Ethan actually being a
crazy stalker guy. He got off the bus with her one day and was close behind her while she went into work. Before she could grasp the door handle, he snatched her back, threw her in a nearby car,
and she was powerless. That was the worst part of it, being powerless. That was the end of the dream. Good thing it was Thursday and she didn’t have to see him. Most likely, she’d pass right by him
and sit at the back of the bus and avoid him. Dreams don’t really mean anything though do they?
Amy spent her Thursday morning and afternoon catching up on everything. She clearly skipped a day during the week. Maybe it was a
Tuesday morning she had met Ethan. She didn’t work Monday’s either but somehow, a day of the week fell away. Back to the present; Thursday was a day for laundry and cleaning the apartment. Thursday
was a grocery shopping day for thing that were running low like milk or toilet paper. Amy loved doing all that type of shopping so Michelle and Elizabeth would make lists and leave money so she
could go shopping. Thursday was also set as a day for renting a movie in case there was nothing going on around town throughout the weekend.
The grocery store wasn’t crowded. Typically of Thursdays, it wasn’t so the shopping went rather quickly. She practically danced
around the store throwing things left and right into the cart. Items she needed were always in the same spot. The cart was full fifteen minutes into shopping and she proceeded to the number seven
checkout where Danny worked.
“Hell there Miss Amy,” Danny greeted.
“Hi Danny. Is today treating you well?” Amy said. This was how their conversations went—Amy loved the old man.
“Oh, you know, Thursdays are always okay. You look different though…” he trailed off when Amy started blushing.
A little embarrassed because her change in appearance was noticeable, Amy said “Yeah, the girls convinced me to start wearing
makeup on a daily basis. You know them.”
“Those girls…tell them I say ‘hello’ and ‘congratulations.’” Danny said.
Confused, Amy asked, “Congratulations for what exactly?”
“Congratulations for bringing you confidence, enough to get you wearing makeup on your own terms.” he answered
“Of course. I will relay the message.” By that time the groceries were rung and bagged so the two said their every Thursday
As she was putting the food away after walking with the bags to the apartment, she was thinking about what Danny had said. She did
feel much better with makeup on. It wasn’t at all about covering her true self. Amy took her little features and made them irresistible. Suddenly, her light brown eyes popped and glistened. Her
lashes were long and full reaching up to her perfectly arched eyebrows. The foundation she wore left a smooth and even complexion with a subtle hint of color to her fair face.
The last thing the mirror reflected back to Amy was her lips. Both top and bottom were amazingly full. Amy then smiled rather
large and the red lipstick revealed a very white set of teeth. She was beautiful, like a model, and could take any man’s breath away. Today though, as she was standing at the mirror, she took her
own breath away. Looks usually take a person away from reality, but Amy was using her looks for herself. If Ethan happened to approve, then good for him Amy thought.
There was no doubt in the world that he would disapprove. It hit hard when Amy remembered he may not even be on the bus again
Friday morning. She could be hopeful, yes, but that was probably a waste of time. Things didn’t work like they do in the movies. She practically had promised to see him today and she let him down.
He’ll go back to his normal life with the perception that she’s a terrible person. Her first chance at love (since her random nights Michelle and Elizabeth would hand her possibilities) and she
goes ahead and blows it.
It was already three o’clock by the time she cleaned, went grocery shopping, did the laundry, and truly saw herself in the mirror.
She forgot to rent a movie, but less money spent so it wasn’t devastating. There was really nothing else to do so she slept until the door to the apartment unlocked. The girls were home.
They barged right into Amy’s room. “And what are you doing in bed young lady? Sick?” Another game of twenty questions was about to
ensue. Elizabeth was the leader.
“I just got sleep after cleaning and everything—it took longer than usual” Amy gave them a look to blame them for the massive
cleaning duty she accomplished.
“Whatever,” Michelle started up with attitude, “it’s practically finals week already. I make a mess of the apartment this time and
next week I’ll be ripping my hair out! I’m sorry.”
“Wow,” Amy was shocked, “that’s a bit extreme. I can help you study if you need it that badly. I was just kidding about the
apartment being a disaster area.”
Elizabeth got back into the conversation. “Your eyes are very expressive…especially with makeup on. It was hard to tell you were
joking. Finally taking my tips and it works.”
“Oh…about that,” Amy said embarrassingly, “I figured I’d try it today to see if it’s effective. Obviously I’m doing it right.”
“That’s right; you’ll get to see that boy tomorrow won’t you?” Michelle asked.
“Not likely.” Amy said glumly.
“And why not?” Elizabeth asked with force.
“He wasn’t supposed to be on the bus for more than two days. I harvested optimism for nothing!” Amy replied.
The girls then tried to soothe poor Amy the rest of the night by being nothing but positive. “No negative Nancy will live here!”
Michelle said. That put a laugh on Amy’s face. They could feel Amy’s good spirits rising back up so they felt free to all go to sleep.
“Sweet dreams ladies. Must go and get my beauty rest if I’m to see Ethan again.” Amy cheerfully said. She then departed to her
room and left the girls high fiving each other for fixing the bad mood of Amy. That night she dreamt both quietly and peacefully.
Eight hours later, Amy awoke to realize she didn’t have an outfit picked out for the day. Her makeup was all mixed up with the
rest of the junk in her purse, and her jewelry was all tangled up with other jewelry. What a way to start off a Friday. She called to the girls for help and Michelle came. Together, they started
It was a bit warmer outside, so Amy wore a lighter shade jean. The top Michelle picked out for her was a very noticeable pink
color, but she promised it’d look great with Amy’s hair and eyes. It was a low-cut top too so Amy picked out a nice silver necklace to wear. Amy told Michelle to go back to sleep because there was
no way she’d put on makeup with someone behind to watch and critique.
Day two of wearing makeup on her own accord went smoothly. She chose a dark grey for the eye shadow but only a little bit. Her
mascara did its job because her lashes curled right up to her arched eyebrows and lasted for miles. There was no point in blush because her cheeks could turn bright on their own. Not to seem too
“Barbie”, she put on a light pink shade of lip gloss. The process was complete.
Running out of time, she quickly straightened her hair. The weather didn’t call for rain so there were no worries about her hair
frizzing or curling up. The temperature was cool but not enough to wear a hat so her hair wouldn’t have to go flat. Things were actually going well. That had to be a sign that it would stay that
At the bus stop, Amy was rocking from side to side. It was difficult to stay still while her stomach was doing flips. He’d be on
the bus before her. She’d have an hour to learn more about him. Then again, he could have his Grand Am fixed and drive right past her. Wouldn’t that be mortifying? Bad things were building up
within her mind. The bus was turning the corner and the moment of truth had arrived.
He was there. He wasn’t supposed to be, but he was and he sat in the seat which would be across from her, like the other time. His
eyes smiled, his back straightened, and he didn’t wait for Amy to start talking first.
“What happened to yesterday? Are you alright?” he asked the questions very seriously.
“I’m sorry. It completely slipped my mind that I don’t work on Thursdays. Hope I didn’t worry you.” Amy answered.
“Well it did worry me but I am glad that you’re alright. I rode the bus an extra day for nothing.” Ethan said.
“You car is fixed. That’s good Ethan. This’ll be our last hour today then I take it.” Amy said.
“Look like it. I only rode the bus today to let you know and make sure you weren’t sick or damaged.” he said.
“I would have let you know, but I don’t have your phone number. I felt bad.” she said.
“Oh you don’t do you?” he began smiling, “get pen and paper because this cannot be our last hour together.”
“Likewise for you…actually, I’ll just put you in my phone now.” They exchanged numbers into each other’s phones. Amy’s name should
be the first he sees—she checked quickly.
“Now, please don’t wait three days to call.” he joked.
“I should say the same thing. You are the man after all. I guess we can both break the rules.” she joked back.
“Be by the phone—I’ll most likely have things to say to you, Amy.”
She smiled when he said her name because he smiled while he said it. He was adorable and Amy was already swooning. If she
was standing, she would’ve buckled at her knees because he kept getting better and better.
“I was too fast to ask if you were okay that I completely forgot to mention that you look amazing. Why are you wearing
makeup today?” he asked.
“Oh my silly roommates like to beautify me.” she replied.
Ethan laughed and it almost put her in a trance. The he spoke, “They are silly roommates aren’t they then. To think they can
beautify you with makeup when you are already beautiful naturally.”
“You, Ethan Jenly, are quite the charmer. It’s okay though. Thank you very much. It’s a rarity that I get compliments that
matter.” she said.
He was in denial; “I highly doubt that Miss Amy Grettleman.”
“You’re silly just like my roommates.” she said.
“Well then, I should probably meet them.” he said.
“It’s almost finals week. They are going nuts, as will I. Let’s give it a couple of weeks—if you do call me that is.” he
When she was with Ethan, it was easy for her to not be so reserved and speak what she wanted to speak. He knew how to act
and what to say which rubbed off on her. She hadn’t screwed anything up. Things were too perfect and for once, Amy didn’t feel like something bad would happen because of it.
Throughout the rest of the bus ride, the two joked and complimented each other. There was an older couple on the bus that looked
at them then looked at each other. The lady leaned over to Ethan and said “You all are going places” then turned into her husband to cuddle. Amy heard Ethan say “thank you” to the older woman and
it piqued her curiosity.
She smiled to the older couple and turned back to Ethan sitting across from her. “And what exactly was that?”
He smiled a very cute smile and crossed the bus to sit next to her. At that, her heart beat wildly. He had never been this close
to her before. Her cheeks flushed like she knew they would. He loved that apparently because he put his arm gently around her and was honest with what the lady had said. The older man looked up and
nodded at Ethan. That was a “thumbs up” in guy lingo; even Amy knew that.
“You’re still red. I’ll go back to my seat now.” Ethan said.
“No, no, it’s okay. This is oddly nice even if your PDA is being shown on a bus.” Amy said.
“So high-school to worry about that. I couldn’t pass a whole hour talking to you again without being closer to you. Leaning across
the bus doesn’t do much.” he admitted.
“That’s sweet, but we haven’t even been on a date yet.” she said.
“Why wait to see a physical connection then? Now we can have more fun on the first date because the spark is there. Don’t you
agree” he asked.
Hesitantly, Amy agreed. “I suppose you are right.”
© Copyright 2016 Scrumpdidlyumptious. All rights reserved.