Bus Report #66

I got a ride home from work today from A. As we sped down 16th, we drove past Stephanie waiting at her usual stop. She waved and smiled at me. A few blocks later we were at the light on Harrison and I spotted British-look-guy. I pointed him out to A. “See that guy? He rides my bus.” He saw me looking in his direction. He gave me a half-wave and a smile. I waved and smiled back, and I think I blushed, starting low on my neck and creeping up to my cheeks. The light changed and we drove on.