The Time I Met a Guy at the Bus Station
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2 min readJan 10, 2022
He was sitting across the room from us. He was waiting for his next bus to take him to his destination as we waited for our bus to Lexington. I admired his square chiseled jawline as he stared intently into what looked like a small book. My friend corrected me and said it was his phone but I didn’t have my glasses on me so I couldn’t tell from far away from where we were sitting. I said he still looked intelligent.
