The next day I couldn't stop thinking about the boy with emerald eyes.
Hunter.
The name matched his bad boy exterior, leather jacket and all.
Leather jacket.
It wasn't until I came back to my apartment that I realised I'd kept his jacket.
And that I forgot his number.
I checked the jacket for a full name to search the phone book or even some sort of card, with his number, in the pockets.
But all I found was a pen, some gum, and a pamphlet for some band I'd never heard of.
I took my chances and walked to the bus stop where we first met.
He wasn't at the bus stop so I kept walking down the road, keeping my head as low as possible
YOU ARE READING
I love your one track mind
RomanceWe met at a bus station. He didn't say a word. He didn't look my way. But I couldn't stop staring.
