During rush hour, the bus, as always, resembled a dumpling stuffed with people. I loved those moments when, as if we were dancing, we were all rubbing up against each other. There were tired faces around me, someone had time to read a newspaper, someone was patiently looking out the window, and I, of course, was looking for at least some place not to drive for half an hour standing. I found a seat next to a man who seemed to be from another planet. He was big, with broad shoulders. It seemed to me that his noble face could become the face of an advertising campaign for some expensive watches. I sat down next to him, hoping that he didn't mind my proximity. But at the next stop, as if in a magical play, several more grandmothers ran onto the bus, each with a bag and a character that was not inferior to any comedic heroine. One of them, with gray hair and a bright scarf, did not hesitate to shove me, and I, like a doll in the hands of a child, found myself practically on my neighbor's lap. At first, I panicked, but when I looked at his face, I noticed that he was just grinning. His eyes sparkled with amusement. He put his arm around my waist and confidently sat me down on his lap. -Well, pretty girl? Is it cramped? - he said it in a way that sounded flirtatious. I instantly felt my heart beat faster. The unexpected closeness and his confidence caused me mixed feelings. I blushed like a ripe cherry.