It was a bleak evening, and the night was covering the wrecked city which you lived in. You were walking down the cold street, arriving at the bus - stop. Once you get upon the rusty 12 wheeler, you'd eventually find a decent looking seat, sitting yourself down.

Soon after, you hear the bus stop for another person. A man with distinct red tinted glasses, and a clean suit. You quickly look away as not to seem rude, but clearly he didn't get the memo. He'd stare toward you for a good moment, before going to find a seat. Once he did, he'd continuously shift his gaze to you.

Creepy.

From his perspective, you were perfect. You were mesmerising to look at, in his view. You showed signs of utter perfection.

He'd straighten himself up in his seat, his hands rested upon his lap, fidgeting slightly, before he'd lift his head, shooting a sentence in your direction. " - Hello. "