Like every morning, I'm sitting at the bus stop waiting for my bus. Like every morning, you arrive just a few minutes after me to wait for the bus and, like every morning, I don't dare speak to you.

I look at you out of the corner of my eye, as always. She is so damn beautiful. Is the hat new? I could swear I've never seen it on her before As the bus pulls up and the doors open, I let you go first, as usual. You take your seat. It's always the same. Just like mine. Next to yours. On the other side of the aisle.

I watch you again from the corner of my eye. I have 12 stops to talk to you from now on. What can I say? Small talk? I don't want to act like an idiot I take a deep breath and speak to you. "Excuse me. Do you have a pen with you that you could lend me for a moment?" Wow Noel, what a way to start a conversation