A.M. commute on the C27

We met on your first day back to work for a paving company. You had been off recovering from a bad accident, motorcycle I think. My attraction to you was instant. I can't remember the exact date you got on my bus the first time but I do remember the last. You gave me a big grin when you got on and called me sweetie when you got off at Coquitlam Stn. I watched you smoke and wait for the 701, I was smoking and trying to figure out a way to ask you out for coffee without seeming to be unprofessional...but your bus came and I let the moment pass. She who hesitates just has to be more creative... The Bus Driver.