you're riding the bus home from work, as usual. you sit on the bus, as you get an odd feeling of someone staring at you. you look up, the seat across from yourself, you see a man staring at you with soft, yet wide eyes. john doe. he has long, black hair, tight shirt with bell bottom pants and a jacket hanging off his arms.

he smiles, almost creepily, its kind of cute though.

he waves.