I stood across from her for three maybe four minutes
in the front of the college campus shuttle bus.

We were hanging on for dear life
because the chaotic bus driver was driving like a maniac.
Speeding, then slamming the brakes, and taking sharp turns.
I think he was just excited there wasn’t snow on the ground anymore.

I liked her silvery, white, and purple tinted hair and
I also noticed that I really liked her makeup.
She was about at eye level with me
and I mentally complimented her height because
tall girls are the best.

We got off the bus and power walked in the same direction:
doesn’t take as many steps when you're five eleven.

We parted ways and two hours later I saw her in the library.
We made brief eye contact and I hope she thought:
"Oh wait that’s
That girl from the bus."