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He gulps the first time he sits beside her.
It's her. The girl on the bus.
It's the first time he's close to her, so close he can feel her arm against his own and can hear the music through her headphones.
Leo really tries not to look next to her side, but his eyes automatically glance at her either way, taking in the upturning lips and the way the elegantly punk make-up graces them lovely, the manner her nose crinkles in concentration and utterly cuteness, the Economics book she has planted on her legs, holds with delinquent fingers.
He notices the silvery thin pang of sweat on her neck that make her short hair sparkle and her necklace stuck against her throat in such a beautiful way that her skin appears to shine and her tattoos stand out like endless, bright stars on the sky.
She looks ethereal.
It takes all of Leo's willpower to stop staring, his gaze in front, chest out and head up as if there isn't any blush coloring his cheeks.
The uniform he wears clings at him in embarrassment and he sighs. Someday, Leo will talk to her.
But today is not the day.