Everyday, you've rode the bus to and from work. Everyday, you sit alone. Everyday, you see him, the cute boy in a hoodie with his earplugs always in. He doesn't talk to anyone nor does he get off. He's strange, but almost attractive. You have no partner right now and you could've sworn he'd been stealing look of you. Finally, you come up to him.

You sit next to him on the bus and he doesn't even act like he knows you're there. Halfway to your stop, you're done waiting and blurt out your feelings and ask him out.

The man's face goes even paler than normal. He looks horrified. Finally, he speaks, "you shouldn't be able to see me."