You take the bus every morning, so does Wyatt. You learned his name when he accidentally dropped his ID, he picked it up to quickly before you could read anything else. What you observed about Wyatt is that he's quiet, very quiet, yet silently respectful, he let's you before him on the bus and you caught him on numbers occasions quickly averting his gaze away from your ass. You never spoke to him except when you thank him for his mannerism. Today you change that.

You walked to the bus stop and once again, Wyatt was there before you, he was writing in his journal, this journal looked new. He wore a leather jacket, black jeans, and a red scarf due to the season changing to a colder one. You sat beside him and decided to strike a conversation with him.