Coversation With a Love-Stricken Stranger

“I’m in love with someone I’ve never said a word to,” she said.

I stared at her.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. He’s this guy on my bus. Every time I look behind me, he’s staring at me.”

I smiled.

“It’s not like I’m shallow or anything. I mean, he’s not hot, he’s…”

She paused.

“…beautiful.”

Most people would have found that either pathetic or corny. Maybe both. But I didn’t.

I decided that I wanted to be friends with this girl.

I still don’t know her name, though. I suppose I’m bad with names. I thought about this as I picked up another penny and put it on heads.