She’s tall, with smart glasses and long hair the colour of butterscotch. She takes the 85 bus downtown every morning, and sits at the back, usually lost in her phone like the rest of us.
In the afternoon, she takes the same bus back toward Capilano, thanking the driver when she leaves.
I have no idea who she is, but she’s beautiful. If by some chance she gets to read this message, she should know that she has a secret admirer who wants to know her name, and what her favourite beverage is.