Oh god, am I going to be late? You asked yourself with slight panic racing through your body as you took a quick glance at your phone for the time. If it’s 9:10 right now and I have to be there at 9:45 and the route takes twenty minutes to get there then I’ll be there at 9:30, which gives me enough time to relax.. As you calculated the time you had to get to work, you entered the bus carefully and showed your card to the driver who greeted you with a tired grin.
Your eyes surveyed the scene as you looked for your usual seat. Great, someone’s sitting in it. With an exasperated look, you walked down the aisle and sat in a seat on your right that faced towards the back of the bus. While you fixed your ensemble, you breathed a sigh of relief now that you were able to relax a little.
For some reason, you decided to take a quick glance at the other passengers on the bus so you could take a break from looking out the window. As your eyes looked over all the people absent-mindedly, your eyes had caught the attention of some other bus-goer. He was a tall, lean little thing who was looking at you with a gleam of interest in his eyes. Out of embarrassment, you looked out at the window again, afraid that he might think that you were staring at him. He was cute.. Was he staring at me?
In the hopes that he had looked away too, you slowly tried to sneak a look again at where he stood, and found that he was doing the same thing out of the corner of his eye. When your eyes had met again despite trying to be sly, you both looked away, looking out the window as an excuse. Even though it was kind of embarrassing to have been caught, you still couldn’t help but grin to yourself thinking, He looked for me; and even though you didn’t know it, this man was smiling for the same reason.
The twenty minutes that it took to get to your destination had passed, so you got up from your seat with a little reluctance, collected your things and began to walk out. You thanked the driver for their usual service and made sure that you had gotten all your things, and started to walk off on your merry way.
As the bus drove off, your eyes looked up towards the bus windows in the hopes of seeing the man’s face once more. Just as your eyes had caught sight of him, you found that his eyes were searching for yours too as you both shared a few seconds looking at one another. When he looked at you he gave you a shy little grin, embarrassed that you had caught him. Before the bus went around the corner, you gave him a cute little wave that gave him a smile that matched his cute blushed cheeks and before the bus had driven away too far, your eyes trailed down to something tied down to his chest and found a nametag. Dan..
While the day flew past and you got your job done, there was always the thought of that cute boy at the back of your mind. You would think back to when he tried to shyly catch a glimpse of you and the way he smiled when you caught him. For now you had the memory of him. You noted how tall he was and how nice his hair was: not too long and the perfect shade of a chocolate brown. He was the tall, lengthy, shy and awkward boy of your dreams.
After all your work had been done, it was time to call it a night as you got your things packed and headed out towards the bus stop. Once you got out the door and struggled to hold onto your things, you looked at the bus stop hopefully since it was your ride home. However when you saw the door to the bus close, your heart sank to your stomach as you began to jog over to the bus, then sprinted in a matter of two seconds when it began to slowly drive away.
From inside the bus, Dan had seen you since the moment you got out your office door and saw the look of happiness frown away into shock as you saw the bus begin to slowly stroll away. Like a helpless bystander, he watched as you ran after the bus. Don’t just stand there, say something, he said as he scolded himself. He looked off to the front of the bus at the bus driver, then whimpered a bit in his awkward shell at the thought of talking to this stranger. He snapped his head back to you running after the bus, and for a moment just accepted that he couldn’t do a thing, but when he saw you fall a few seconds after, he ran to the front and tapped on the driver’s shoulder and said, “Stop the bus, someone just got hurt outside.” Without a second thought, the driver stopped the bus and let Dan run out and casually said, “I can only wait for you for five minutes.”
“Christ, my fucking ankle.” You barely noticed Dan running after you as you fussed about your ankle out loud, but as you took off your heels to simplify your situation, you heard him walking up.
“Are you alright?” Just as Dan had asked that he mentally facepalmed himself as he thought, Of course they aren’t, they fucking fell on the ground you idiot.
“Yeah, I’m alright just hurt my ankle I think.”
You stood up from the little tumble and dusted yourself off, then looked up to see who this kind stranger was. When you realized that it was the cute boy from earlier, you were pleasantly surprised that you got to see him again despite the situation.
“Here let me give you a hand so we can get to the bus.”
You linked your arm in his that he offered and tried your best to walk like you normally would. As you stood at the doorway of the bus, you knew that climbing up was going to be a little more difficult than walking so you stood hesitantly as you anticipated the pain. Dan could see your reluctance and whispered, “Hold on one moment.”
He was standing right in front of you, one step ahead. Before he did anything he looked at you and asked, “Is it okay if I give you a little lift so your job will be a little easier?” You nodded your head with a grateful smile and let his arms hold onto your sides gently. After all the work was done, he helped you over to one of the closer seats and sat right across from you so you could have your own section to rest your ankle.
As you two saddled up in your seats, you took a moment to look around the bus and saw a cute old couple in the back with a few other passengers who looked like students.
“Hey this is my seat!” you exclaimed excitedly as you noticed where you were sitting.
“Oh, this is like my usual seat. Someone was sitting in it today actually.”
While he listened to you the faces he made for those brief seconds amused you as he started off looking at you with confused interest then transitioned with a cute nod and the look of comprehension.
“Thank you for helping me, by the way,” you made sure to say.
“No problem,” he replied with a light-hearted smile as he recalled his little predicament before he saw you fall.
Your eyes trailed over to his name tag and smiled at the opportunity as you said, “So your name’s Dan?”
He smiled down at his name tag with a goofy grin and nodded his head then looked over at yours and said, “And yours is (y/n)?”
For the rest of the twenty minutes it took to get to your house, you both chatted up and talked about who you were, what you did, and even exchanged numbers so you both could continue talking. You could see your little house coming up from down the street and looked at Dan with a reluctant smile as you said, “My stop’s almost here.”
When it was time for you to get off, Dan kindly offered his arm for yours to link and walked towards the exit slowly with you at his side. Like before he held onto your sides so he could make the trip down the steps a bit easier, and before he got out the bus he looked at the driver and said, “Can I get another five minutes?” The driver nodded his head, and while you and Dan walked towards your door he muttered under his breath, “Just in case he drives off like a mad man again,” getting a hearty laugh from you.
Before you went into your house, you gave Dan a grateful hug as you said, “Thank you so much for everything.”
“Thank you for not thinking I was some creep. You know, the awkward staring and stopping a bus to help you… Sounds so bad when you say it out loud.”
You laughed at his adorable cringed face and playfully hit his shoulder to say, “Hey you weren’t the only one staring.”
He looked at you with a pleasantly surprised smile, almost like he was feeling shy again now that you had flirted with him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked just before you went into your house.
“And I’m looking forward to it,” you said with a smile.
For a few brief moments you both just stood there smiling at one another like fools until you both realized what you were doing. Like the awkward dorks you two were, you both began to chuckle lightly from the embarrassment of realizing that you two were just staring at one another. Before you closed your door, you hopped out a bit and chimed, “Goodnight, Dan!”
“Goodnight,” he called back, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” and as you closed your door and he stood in the bus, both of you smiled as you thought to yourself, It’s a date.