You just got off work and were taking the bus home. There wasn’t many people, but there was this guy sitting a few seats away that seemed intrigued by you. He didn’t do much though, besides for taking quick glances at you and staring out the window and into the busy streets of New York.

After a while that the bus was stopped due to traffic, he finally found the courage to get up and sit next to you.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asks lowly, looking at you with a slightly lowered head, seemingly nervous.