3:00pm. Waiting for the #22, corner of Davie and Burrard. I was stepping toward the bus to board, I saw you - 'Ah, he's cute...' I picked a seat, then watched for you to step onto the bus. There you were, and you walked past my seat - I sighed, but nope, it wasn't finished; you stepped back and took the seat next to me. The ride felt like time had stopped. It was obvious that we kept glancing over to catch a full glimpse of each other. We met eyes once, I smiled shyly, and so did you, cutie. Our hands were close - I intended to touch your's - but I chickened out. (Silly me!) You got up to get off at Broadway, however unfortunate, and we looked back at each other no less than 5 times before you got off. I saw you on the corner as I was being driven away, with extreme regret. Let's do this again, hey? Next Saturday, 3:00pm.