Just before that, she actually realized that 3C is not a good choice as she's not in control of the curtains,
but then...
who knows that she might need some warmth after the occasionally freezing air-cons.
And then she gave up for the wait,
shifted herself to the shade and started her bus-dozing routine.
Along her way to the North,
the mere sensation of burning would not stop building...
through the wind shields, on her faded color jeans.
She wondered through her sleepy thoughts...
subconciously,
why is the guy sitting in front not willing to share his side of shade?
And she just could not take it,
and approached to speak for herself..
"Can I..."
he realized what she's trying to ask for,
and let it go in her way instead.
"I wondered why you didn't let it go"
as she murmured and curled back to the shades.
I never knew why I'd give you that expression,
guess that I really wanted the shade for my own good.
It is that moment that I caught myself attracted to you,
being fond of the way we spoke,
and the way you admire what I used to smile at.
As she begin to doze off, she heard something like
"coz I like the sun.."
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