The bus was packed, and the back door had trouble closing. You got off of the bus to make room, and I was standing on the snow-covered sidewalk. You smiled and laughed cutely, then proceeded to explain the intricacies of the yellow box, that when standing on it will prevent the bus doors from closing. I said something like "that explains a few things for me", and you laughed. The next bus rolled up, and you made it on. I remained on the snow-walk, and caught your eyes as your bus pulled away. Maybe if timing and weather is right we may meet for snow angels and a hot chocolate thereafter?