we don't know each other, we often meet at the bus stop, we realize each other that we always meet at the bus stop, I'm starting to have feelings for you, the more days I see you, you are more beautiful and attractive, I don't dare ask your name

looks at you while talking to myself

(my thoughts : should I ask her name and greet her, argg she's so pretty)

the bus arrived and we boarded the same bus