Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder-

Guess who I met today on the way home.

Jeff.

I was sitting on the bus, tired out, looking out the window. The bus was moderately full, the seat beside me was empty. The bus continued its journey, stopping at intervals to pick up people.

Then I heard someone say, "Why, hello there."

I look up into perfect blue eyes. I think to myself, "Oh no. It's him."

Aloud I say, "Hello. Please take another a seat."

Jeff sways with the bus's movement. "Have pity. It's uncomfortable standing here."

"And should I really think about your comfort? After all, you didn't think of mine." I said flippantly.

"Eye for an eye?"

"And tooth for tooth."

"So I'm getting what I deserved." Jeff staggers as the bus abruptly stops.

"For sure." I laugh.

"I said I was sorry. And I still am."

I look away. "Take another seat, Jeff."

"Please? I don't even know your name. It's not fair that you know mine while I don't know yours."

I glance around the bus. People were looking at us. I sigh. "Sit down."

Jeff slips beside me. "Thank you ever so much."

I didn't reply. I look out the window.

"Your name?" He asks.

"You really are not going to give up, are you?" I turn to look at him in the eye.

Jeff smiles boyishly. "No."

I gave up. "Johanna."

"Johanna," he repeats. "Nice name."

"Thanks." The bus stops and I get up. "Excuse me."

He makes way for me to slip pass. "How was my impression today?"

I look down at him. "Better."

Jeff nods and grins. "Goodbye, Johanna."

I smile back. "Goodbye Jeff."

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