Night Bus Infatuation

A piece I wrote about something that happens to everyone that lives in a city with a decent public transport system. Temporarily falling in love with strangers on the bus, tube, metro, subway, tram, whatever your city has. At least I think this happens to everyone... either that, or I'm really, really sad.

Bank holiday Monday, 2:54 a, 134, Camden Town. Camden's never been my favourite part of my favourite city, it's always been a bit of a tourist trap, full of fake Black Flag t-shirts and really bad weed, but I see how there's nowhere else like it in the world. 

           I was sobering up, from the night's cheap cider and vodka shots. As usual, the bus was full of good-looking, well-dressed trendy types, sure to lower your self esteem. I was zoned out, thinking about nothing, until his eyes caught mine. They were a sapphire shade, a dark blue. His strong veiny arms were covered in tattoos, which in turn were covered by a plain grey t shirt and a rolled up denim jacket, which contrasted the chinos and torn up Converses on his feet. I looked back up at his face, and noticed his ebony hair, which seemed to glitter in the light. I quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't seen me, but it was too late. Much to my surprise, he looked at me, his lips baring a smirk, which actually turned into a  full blown smile! Would you believe it? I was embarrassed, but couldn't help but smile back.