“Come on, get on,” he says. “This’ll drop you off right in front of your dorm.” I step in and grab the metal bar as the bus begins to move. My friend stands close to me, holding onto the bar above him, above my head. Next to us, the jolt of the bus has caused a very tall young man to lose his balance and knock into a petite and pretty girl. “Oops, I’m sorry!” He’s embarrassed; she smiles. “It’s fine.”
I turn to my friend and whisper, “That could be a meet-cute. Like for a movie.” He says, “What the hell is that?”
NS' 09
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