I boarded the bus and stared out the window, distracted. What was this about? I was not even going to try get my hopes up, it was too exhausting. I kept looking at her, noticing, again her body, her hair, her outfit. A tight pair of jeans and a loose jersey. A blue and white extra large jersey. As I glanced, not knowing if she noticed or not, my heart racing, feeling warm and trembling.

But I was determined, no, I was not going to do anything. It's chance, she doesn't even know what the glasses do to me.

No. No way. The fun was over. The whole experience had...