"O-oh god, the bus..."
I had thought this to myself with dread as I had entered the bus. I've never had to take the commute before, so this experience, the one that I was having the past few days for a job, has been certainly new for me. There's so many people staring, it's hard not to feel a little bit anxious.
As I sat down, several other men and women sat down around me. My eyes shrunk into pin needles as I clutched my bag in a fit of anxiousness. My eyes were suddenly fixated upon yet another attractive woman, her eyes were a striking blue, hair flowing like the curls of a desert's natural flowing sands. Her dark blue suit and tie was so proper yet with an absurd amount of neon colored pens in her suit pocket, from pink to seafoam to some sort of turquoise. It was strange, yet it added to her as a person, she was so pretty.
She stares at me. I panic a little, she has an innocent smile on her face that is directed straight at me. I don't think much of it first, but my anxiety warns me, that she's been looking at me for a little longer than one should. A series of thoughts cross my mind.
"Is there something on my face?"
I feel a trickle of sweat that would be noticeable to any passersby... No, she's still smiling.
"Do I look weird?"
I sit there, looking down at myself, there's a slight mood shift, before I assure myself that as weird as I am, as possibly the only aromantic motherfucker on the bus, I'm not nearly as weird as most weirdos.
One more question.
"W-what if that lady over there likes me? That's why she's looking..."
I can see her face soften and her cheeks redden.
... Oh god, oh no.
The bus stops, I get up, and so do the several other attractive men and women around me, and now, including the business woman. They lurk behind me as I resign to my day job, face cherry red and mind wandering.
This has been happening for 3 days, it's not that I don't like it, but I would like some privacy sometime and I would like to let my Crowd Of Attractive Strangers know.