Probably one of the most boring things that I'll ever have to go through in my life. Especially traffic that doesn't move. And if you add five other teenage girls to the mix - all of whom are talking louding and complaining about their boyfriends and school work - you end up with a massive headache.
I try my best to stay interested in what everyone's saying, but when the conversation switches to student-teacher relationships, I zone out and instead take an interest to the people in the other cars around us. At this point, none of the vehicles are moving, which lets me get a clear view of the other faces at the window. The occupants of the car beside us are talking to each other animatedly, but the passenger behind the driver is, like me, not too interested in the conversation. He's also looking out the window, but he looks ahead at the road in front of the car, probably trying to find the reason why everyone's stopped.
His head moves to look at his closer surroundings, and before I can move my head to avoid being caught staring, he looks at me, making eye contact.
For some reason, I don't look away like I normally would. Instead, I keep looking at him.
I must say, though - he is quite attractive. I can't exactly see any colours through the slightly tinted windows, but I can tell that he has a light skin tone, and darker looking eyes. His hair - don't even get me started.
It was styled like all the other teenage boys's hair, but somehow it actually looked good on him. I decided to pinpoint it to his face shape, because that's normally what determines a girl's hairstyle. I'm sure it's not too different for guys.
When he looked to the other people in his car, I thought I had made him uncomfortable with my staring. I mentally face palmed, giving myself a mental note to not do that. However, when he looks back to me, I find myself smiling. I didn't scare him away. He smiles back, and for a few more seconds we stare at each other.
Then his lips start to move.
I form a confused expression on my face, showing him that I don't know what he's saying. He understands and holds up his hand. Wait.
I continue to look at him, but he drops his head. I can see his eyes moving, but I have no idea what he's looking at.
About a minute later I look away. This probably just means he doesn't want to continue the staring competition. I unlock my phone, still not caring much for the concerning conversation continuing around me. Especially now that they've switched the language.
My phone buzzes and a request for an image to be airdropped to me pops up onto the small screen. I accept and an image appears.
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I hold back a laugh and quickly scroll through my camera roll, searching for an image to send back to him. I find one and add some text.
