[ WP ] `` The bus did n't stop but their lives did . ''

Full lips, blue eyes, black hair. His quintessential woman. 
 
 She glanced to her side, probably feeling the piercing stare of his eyes on her face. He whipped his face forwards, watching her actions through the corner of his eyes. She would n't stop looking at him and in a burst of awkward embarassment, he looked out the window instead. He began to curse himself and his hopeless ineptitude. `` Fuckin' *Idiot* you are, mate. Just talk to her, just give it a shot. A pretty lass like that's once in a lifetime'' 
 
 He heard a shuffling sound next to him and looked around to see the voluptuous figure of the Woman settle into the seat next to him. Her beauty assaulted his eyes with all the subtlety of a heavy, red brick. 
 
 `` Hi, I'm Anna'' 
 
 `` Jim'' 
 
 `` So tell me, Jim. Who are you?'' 
 
 `` Pretty much nobody. I'm not anyone important'' 
 
 The bus stopped. An old couple sauntered to their seats. Jim took a deep breath. The silence started to weigh on him. 
 
 `` So this is awkward'' 
 
 `` No, it's not. Silence is n't awkward. It's people who are, silence is golden, silence is bliss. Come on then tell me more. What do you do?'' 
 
 *As Jim relayed the details of his relatively mundane existence, she fell deeper and deeper into the chasm of her love for him. His messy hair, his nonchalance and disregard for her attention was curiously attractive. Infatuated with Jim, his words faded to a blurry white noise as her senses overwhelmed her with the weight of her emotions* 
 
 ``.....so yeah, that's how the stresses are calculated.'' 
 
 He finished abruptly. 
 
 `` My stop's here'' 
 
 `` Mine too'' 
 
 Neither reached forward to ring the bell. 
 
 The both of them looked at each other. An intangible, almost physical connection wrought itself between them and they found their faces crawling each towards each, inching their way slowly. Their eyes closed, their lips pursed, they kissed. Liquid emotion and an almost adolescent infatuation expressed purely and innocently. And it was sublime. 
 
 The bus did n't stop, but for a heartbeat, for a infinitesimal fraction of a second, their lives did.
