I fortunately got a seat at the extension later that moment, thank God, but I still can't remove his image in my head. Of all the people that he could offer his seat with, why me? I was flattered with the thought.
I want to know him. I want to get his name. And I just hope fate would allow me to see him again (or he will see me and approach me). That would really be the time that I would ask him who he is. After an hour of travel, I had to unload the bus without even knowing where he's residing or from where he is. He's good-looking, with a clean posture and a cute smile. (Whoa! I said it.) That's why I am plainly interested with him.
Whoever you are, thank you for the offer. But I just really wanted to know why you know my name. You might as well tell me yours. *echus*