Someone got onto the bus. Well, not someone. Something. Something that seemed too beautiful to be human. Martin, his notebook stolen by Alex, where the other would follow if he retrieved it from it's hiding place, had nothing to do but stare out the window. Or fiddle idly with his pen. Then... She got on the bus. Radiating beauty, she was perfect. The ribbon in her hair, which shimmered in the dim light, her smile seeming to dominate the bus, the simplistic clothes not drawing away from her beauty.
She pulled some coins out of her pockets and, still gracefully, seemed to glide down the aisle, sitting two rows behind him on the other side of the aisle. Martin's eyes never left her face, but she didn't notice him. That didn't put him off. He just continued looking, trying to be discreet, but, with his head poking out above the top of his seat every two minutes he was sure he'd be seen. He didn't care, all he cared about was making sure he could remember her face.