I looked back at the road, suddenly noticing that I had miraculously not killed everyone on the bus in the fifteen or so seconds I had been staring. It’s a dangerous thing, being a bus driver. You must keep your eyes always on the road.

I stopped at the next stop and let the few people on there, before closing the door again and continuing my route.

The shivers were still reverberating up and down my spine, my pants had grown tighter, and my lips were trembling. I shot another look at her in the mirror. She had returned to looking out the window. Her face was just so gorgeous. I couldn’t stand it.

My eyes began to well up with tears. I couldn’t tell you why if I wanted to. But they did. I looked back at the road and I wiped my eyes on my sleeves. Luckily I was strong enough to hold most of them back. Only one had squeezed its way out.

I continued with my morning route as usual. Thinking to myself.