The bus was crowded, but Rico was used to it and so didn’t take offense when someone knocked his bag out of his hands. The action wasn’t unusual, but the pretty lady was.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Blue eyes blinked at him as she picked his displaced backpack up off the rubber mats.

His mind stalled as he took in pale hair, red lips, and perfect body. The girl flushed and set the blue pack in his lap, then looked away.

Rico kicked himself mentally and touched her elbow. “It’s alright; accidents happen.”

Her answering smile made the world fade away.


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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