I sat to your left on a muggy B-line ride towards Granville street. You wore a white-ish sweater and texted on your iPhone with a smashed screen. You had long red hair and cute freckles. We glanced at each other a few times and you pressed your leg against mine before you got off the bus. I was wearing mostly black and listening to head phones. I felt a strong attraction to you. I sensed you felt the same?