Martin was paralysed. She was talking to him. She was actually talking to him! He couldn't hear her, he was just watching her mouth move. Then she gestured to his stuff on the seat next to him. Could she actually want to sit there?! Omg! Quick, you idiot! Say something!
"Y- You want to sit there?" he stuttered, (I never would haver thought of that. It was so witty!) quickly gathering up his stuff and putting it under his seat. He smiled and a light suddenly glowed in his chest. She had chosen to come here. She had chosen to speak to him.