He spots her at the bus stop.

Long auburn hair, piercing blue eyes. Nervous, unsure of herself, not making eye contact with anyone. It’s very endearing in a world of overconfident, egotistical girls only interested in seeing who is looking at them.

He is smitten. His mother would like her.

The bus stops, he’s first in the queue. She struggles to lift her rucksack into baggage compartment. He takes her rucksack and puts in for her but when he re-joins the queue, the bus driver closes the doors. The bus is full. He goes home.

Later the news said there were no survivors on the bus.

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