The week before spring break, when it was cold and windy and rainy and the bus home to Dover was packed with wet, smelly college students, we all stood shoulder to shoulder, listened to our iPods, and eyed the people lucky enough to have seats. Well, I wasn't, because I actually prefer standing on buses.
The boy seated in front of me looked up, saw three girls standing there in front of him, and asked each of us, in turn, if we would like to sit down.
That boy is going to make some woman very, very happy someday.
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