There is a startlingly pretty woman next to me on the bus. She is short compared to me, seemingly of Indian extraction dressed in a royal purple sweater with a multicoloured dark hued wool scarf. She is wearing black leggings with black boots that reach up to her knees. She has a good watch on her right arm with a silver bracelet as well. Her other wrist has a black leather cord. I can't quite see her face as it is rude to stare, but she has startling blue eyes, given her seemingly south Asian or strong native like complexion makes me think that she is wearing coloured contacts. She is really quite pretty, I have said that before but it bears repeating. If I were more gregarious I might have tried to talk to her, but that would not likely have gone over well since she has not tried to talk to me and is intent on listening to her iPhone and texting away. She also has a laptop on her lap and she appears to be running her phone off its battery.
I wonder what her life is like. I wonder where she is going. The bus is crowded and I am lucky enough to have this pretty woman beside me, but I am afraid to move and my butt is quite asleep.
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