You hopped onto the bus with a knot in your stomach, thinking of the mysterious man.
Your friend immediately sat down with you, but as soon as she saw you, she looked concerned.
"Are you okay, ______?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm-I'm... fine..." you said, the nauseous feeling coming back.
Your friend, however, knew otherwise.
"Tell me what's wrong." she whispered, her eyes wide. "Did your temper get you in trouble again..." she sighed.
I should probably tell her.
"A man came up to the bus stop-out of nowhere-and asked for my name. He looked at me with a look as if he had known me before. But I had only just met him!"
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