Martin's head poked out over the seat again, only to find her looking back. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments. Then she blushed and turned to look out the window. Martin turned away dejectedly. He'd embarrassed her. He'd known she'd eventually see him. Great one, Martin. Now she thinks you're probably a stalker or something. God, you're an idiot. He turned back to the window, and glared out of it, feeling completely stupid.
Without noticing, he drifted off to sleep. He didn't notice for the simple fact that it was exactly the same as it was when he was awake. Except that he had a strange weight on his shoulder. He turned and saw a head on his right shoulder. A head with a halo of blond hair. He forgot to breather. His pulse raced. He lifted his hand to her hair. His fingers brushed her hair. A shot of ecstasy bolted up his arm.
Then he jolted awake, the shadow of the feeling lingering in his arm. Then he leaned forward and cradled his head in his hands, muttering to himself 'I cannot believe I'm on this bus'.