When I see you step onto the bus my heart races.

You are my favourite part of my commute. I always know that no matter how horrible classes are, I’ll always get to see you on my way home.

You sit down at your usual spot in the front and set your bag in your lap.

I expect you to do what you always do, take out your book and start reading, but I nearly topple over when you look over at me.

You give me this adorable little smile and wave at me, and I feel my face flush.