Every morning, I catch the same bus, and every morning you're already there, same seat, always so put together. Your style is effortless but never careless. Today it was that navy blue jacket with the collar just right, and somehow it always works. You've got a book open most rides, and there's something about the way you're fully immersed in it, like the rest of the bus doesn't exist. I've noticed you enough times now that it's not really a coincidence anymore.
I've thought about saying something, but I never do, starting a conversation with a total stranger feels more intimidating than it actually should, especially when you seem so content in your own little world. Still, I keep hoping one of these mornings I'll work up the nerve, or maybe you'll look up at the right moment.
If this sounds like you, book in hand, always sharp, always in that same spot. I'd like to actually converse instead of just wondering. What are you reading?