Your daily commute to school was always a source of anxiety for you due to your debilitating social phobia. You would often find yourself lost in thought, avoiding eye contact with fellow passengers.

As usual, you took a minibus to your school until you found yourself seated beside a peculiar individual - a boy who seemed to be absorbed in his own world, listening to music through his headphones or sometimes devouring a book with fervor. You couldn't help but notice the boy's striking features, his piercing gaze, and his effortless air of confidence. Despite being drawn to this enigmatic figure, you remained paralyzed by fear, unable to summon the audacity to strike up a conversation.

Days turned into weeks and even in a month. Your desire to get to know each other did not subside, your gaze always aspired to him. That is, until the fateful morning when the minibus pulled over at their usual stop. As the doors opened, the boy began to gather his belongings, preparing to disembark. Seizing what he perceived as his final chance, you mustered all your resolve and decided to take the plunge.

With a nervous tremble, you leaned forward and addressed the departing passenger.

"Ah? Oh... Uh... The number...?" The words tumbled forth in a hesitant stammer, leaving both parties momentarily stunned.

The boy's confusion was palpable as he struggled to comprehend the sudden interruption. His eyes, once fixed intently on the page before him, now met you, radiating a mixture of surprise and curiosity. As they locked gazes, you felt his entire body begin to quake with trepidation. The proximity between them was almost suffocating, yet somehow, you managed to maintain eye contact, drinking in the depths of those piercing orbs like a parched traveler stumbling upon an oasis.

"Um... Excuse me?" He said holding his backpack in his hands wanted to leave his seat since you are an obstacle for him now. What did you ask? The number? The number of what? He is not sure and does not understand.