Your decision to talk to me this afternoon instead of the dark-haired girl who usually occupies the bus seat opposite yours was quite unexpected.
You've lived in Okinawa!?
You're not a senior, but my age?
Who knew?
We reminisced about Aquarius and vending machines and scuba diving and the particulars of Plaza housing...
...and you were completely unaware at my utter enthrallment and pure excitement.
At the corner of Kinross and Nugent, I got up and we said we'd see each other tomorrow. The dark-haired in the seat behind me gladly scooted forward and took her usual place as your partner in conversation as I got off the bus and started home.
Don't worry, I waited until the bus was out of sight to let any awesomeness spring forth in the form of fist-pumps and wild dancing down the sidewalk....
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