Taking the bus [pause]

21 | so much in common

Day 18
"You didn't pick up when I tried to call you earlier," Jonas says, looking at me for a brief second before turning his head to the road again.
I look at the side of his face, admiring him from my seat. "Yeah, my phone died." It takes a minute or two before I get curious. "Why'd you call, anyway?"
He smiles, but keeps his eyes looking forward. "Should've picked up."
I roll my eyes. "Ha-ha. No, but really."
He bites his lip while smiling as he steals another glance at me. "I was calling to ask you what you were doing tonight."
"Working."
He sighs. "After work, duh."
"Sleeping, probably."
"Right. You always go to sleep so early," he says, chuckling. "Why do you do that, anyway? Your bus goes later in the day, so you can sleep in. You could party all night."
"I don't party."
"Haha, me neither. Gosh, we have so much in common."
I lean forward to get closer. "Really, now? Name three things."
"Well... We're both taking the bus instead of driving-"
"You're taking the bus because you're a bus driver, but you do own a car-"
"Um, could you not?" He asks, feigning hurt that I cut him off. "We're both taking the bus...and...we both have brown hair-"
"Not the same brown colour-" I noticed the playful glare and shut up. "Sorry. Continue."
"We...um...well... Oo, yes. We're both wearing shoes," he finishes.
I laugh. "That's the silliest thing I've ever heard."
"Now, what's your answer?"
I frown. "Huh?"
"Will you go on a date with me?"
My eyebrows shoot up as I sit up more straight. "Whoa, Jonas, you didn't ask me out."
"Yeah, I did."
"Um, no."
"Um, yeah."
"Um, no."
"Very well, then," he says. "Beautiful Unknown Named Girl, will you go on a date with me?"
I notice the way his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and find it cute how this is something he does when he's nervous. "Well, well, well. Nervous, Jonas?"
"W-what?"
Stuttering! Oh, this is so freaking cute.
"Lots of girls do that, you know," he says before sighing with a shake of his head.
"Do what?"
"Look at me as if I'm an adorable kid or something," he explains. "Okay, so I know that I'm not exactly growing a beard yet, but that doesn't mean I'm not a man."
"I'll go with you," I say.
He turns his head to look at me, as if wanting to confirm it was true. "So you do like me."
"Or I'm just craving coffee."
"I always knew it."
"If you want to be taken as an adult, you should stop being childish."
"You're not a grown up until your childish," he says, making a turn with the bus, and I realise we're almost there.
"There's a truth to that, yes," I say, starting to gather my stuff. I press the stop-button. "This is where I leave you."
"Don't miss me too much," he says as I get up. "I'll pick you up after your shift?"
"You don't know when I'm done...?"
"You'll text me." The confidence in his voice makes me roll my eyes.
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