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Bus

The guy sat next to her on the bus. The journey ahead was long, 12 hours overnight. He took out his phone and googled “How to speak to a hot girl”, after a quick glance at the search results he added “on the road”. Glossed over the results again, erased the last three words and added “on a bus”. He must’ve not realized she could see the screen, or perhaps that’s what he wanted..

“Hi,” she said.

“Hey.” He put the phone down, smiled nervously.

“So where are you going?”

“PE, it’s home. Where are you going?’

“Same.” She glanced out the window as the bus tugged from the stop.”That’s a start.” She smiled suggestively.

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