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  • Last night I was riding the 10 bus from my home in Riverwest to downtown Milwaukee. Curiously, it was also 10pm.

    10 minutes into my ride, a quiet-strange-geeky-chubby-mountaindew-drinking girl entered the bus. Her makeup-less face was flushed from the cold outside and she took her seat in the very front. For 10 minutes she sat, looking around, sipping her soda soundlessly.

    After these 10 minutes, a large quiet-strange-geeky-pimply-greasy-hoodie-wearing boy got on the bus. He sat in the seat kiddy-corny from hers and took out a book with dragons on the cover. He hunched over and into his book, and his face disappeared into the pages.

    I watched the girl watch the boy. She sipped and she watched, and sipped and watched.

    10 minutes before my stop, the girl crushed her can in her hand, wiped her palms on her faded flares and stood. She walked over to the boy and said, “This is really random, and you will probably think I’m weird for saying this, but I think you’re really cute. I just though you should know that.” And then, as if this was the most matter-of-fact thing to say, she turned on her heel and exited the bus.

    The boy sat in silence, staring at the space in front of him where the girl’s body had just been. He sighed heavily and his dandruff-laden black hair billowed up in the front where his breath was escaping. He blinked. He sat. He blinked.

    And then, just as he brought his head back down into the folds of his book, the boy smiled.
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