It had been quite long since I last noticed babes on the trip home from school. She was sitting two seats behind the back doors of the bus 75. In her navy blue top and neat hair near shoulder length, I was mesmerised instantly.
The pen and notebook on my hands were secondary of my thoughts. My work resisted the temptation pathetically. I did not turn to the left to have a glance of her again but I had never lost her image of my first sight.
To my wrecking heart, though the journey was further than expected, she took up in front of the doors at the bus-stop nearest to Great World City. Her slightly bare shoulder on a side brought out her stylishness.
That was my second and last sight of the fairy-like eye candy.