In my eight years driving this route, no one passenger has ever really stood out to me. Every asshole or weirdo has always blended into the weird blur that is my job. That is, until today. I almost didn’t see him at first. He came up onto the bus at the Western Hill bus interchange. I was checking one of my meters when he tapped in. Something in me compelled me to look up. Was it fate, when I looked up into those beautiful eyes as they smiled at me? When I got home, I spent a little too long trying to get to sleep.
2025/04/26