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She takes a seat at the bus stop.

That bus stop she always goes to to get home.
Waiting for her bus to come, she takes out her newly borrowed book from the local library.
"Pre-loved" was the title.
She opens her book to continue reading from the page she left off.

"Page 225..."
She silently whispers to herself.
She continues reading.
Word by word in her mind.
Something in there disturbs her.

Where is he?

She looks around, hoping to spot someone she doesn't even know.
She shows a tiny frown.
The person she's looking for is nowhere in sight.
She goes back to reading her book — however distracted.
She can't stop.
Can't stop thinking about him.
She brushes it off,
thinking that it doesn't matter.

And alas, he comes.

As always, he comes
tired,
worn out,
perspiring.
She doesn't notice him come.
When he sits beside her like every other saturday night, she doesn't feel his presence.

He waits for her to look at him.
He does small, almost unnoticeable gestures for her to notice him.
Oh the irony.

He thinks.
Of why he hasn't caught her attention for the past three minutes.
What's so interesting about that book she's reading anyway?
He thinks to himself.

He leans in unconsciously.
He makes the poor girl's hair stand on end as she notices a shadow being casted on her.
She turns and her eyes dilute.

He's here. How long has he been staring?

He mutters a sorry.
And he looks the other way in embarrassment.
He tries his best to cover his red face.

She laughs.

That made music to ears.
He smiles at her and looks away again.
For a moment, they enjoy each other's presence.

The bus approaches.
She sighs, "it's here."
He hears her heavy sigh and frowns.

I don't want you to leave either.

The bus stops.
She stands up from her seat and glances back at the boy.
He does a little wave.
She blushes for a mere second before quickly returning the wave and entering the bus.

He watches the bus doors close.
He watches her take her seat in the bus.
He watches her leave.
He then smacks himself.

Only five minutes. 
Five minutes with her.
Why didn't he talk to her?
Ask her name?
Or even just say hi or bye?

"You're a real idiot, you know."

And so their day ends.
They wait for another week.
Another week to pass.
To see each other again.

They wait for the day that they finally talk to each other and ask each other's names.
But for now, sitting beside each other was good enough for them.