Me: (Sitting with two empty seats between me and some other guy, wondering whether I should bring anything to dinner at a friend's house tonight even though she said not to worry about it.)
Guy gets on. He has large, light brown eyes. Equal parts Nutella and honey. Framed with smoky lashes.
Me: Wow, that guy has beautiful eyes.
Guy decides to sit by me. I feign uninterest.
Guy: (After a few moments of silence) Hey, how's it going today?
Me: (Looking into those gorgeous eyes) I'm fine, and you?
Guy: Doing all right. Look, I know you're probably thinking, Oh, my God, this guy doesn't smell too good. I know I don't smell great right now, I was--
Me: (Not noticing any smelliness) No, actually, I was thinking you had beautiful eyes.
Guy: (Obviously not expecting that response. He smiles.) Oh, thank you very much. I appreciate that. And you have a beautiful smile. You get that a lot, don't you?
Me: (Smiling even more, nervously laughing)
Guy: Oh, I know, you don't want to be conceited about it, but I know you get that a lot. So, is this your first year in Athens?
Me: No, it's my third.
Guy: (Proceeds to tell me how he just moved here, he's started a Master's program in Counseling, hoping to eventually get into a PhD program) What about you?
Me: I'm in a PhD program in Hispanic Studies.
Guy: Oh, that's what's up. Definitely out of my league, but that's great.
Me: No . . . it can be done. (Nearing my stop) What's your name?
Guy: I'm (same name as particular guy who's been the cause of emotional stress lately).
Me: (Shakes his hand) I'm Chantell.
Guy: Ooh, and you've got soft hands, too?
Me: (Laughs)
Bus pulls up to my stop. I get up to go.
Guy: Yeah, you've got to get away from me.
Me: (Laughs)
Guy: Okay, have a good one.
Me: You, too.
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