"I've never finished the ink in a blue pen," Jon spoke with a slight tremble in his voice. Jon tried to make eye contact, but could not. He couldn't. She was close to his age, he thought.
"What about black pens?" She asked, wondering why she even bothered. The wind shifted momentarily putting her down wind of Jon.
"Yeah, I have no problem with those. It's blue pens that always get me."
This is going well, he thought. It was always hard to get women to talk, but this wasn't so bad.
Sara nodded. He was weird. She looked away from him trying to see if the bus was coming yet.
"I stopped writing with blue pens," he continued. "If I was king I'd never allow blue pens. Red, black green, ... any other type would be fine."
"I like blue pens." She thought out loud.
The bus appeared at the bend in the road. It was covered with an ad -- even the windows. If anyone could have seen inside she would find riding in such a ridiculous looking bus embarrassing. The bus continued closing the distance as the man on the bench next to her droned on and on and on and on and on. Would he ever stop?
"... get you're phone number? Maybe we could go to dinner sometime?"
"Huh? No I don't think I'd like that."
He paused. "Oh, ... okay." He stopped talking. Nothing more was said. He looked down the road at the bus, getting closer, getting bigger. Would it never come? He saw that it was covered with a full body advertisement.
That's really nice Jon thought to himself.
The ad was on a grill that was attached to the entire exterior of the bus. It showed a man and woman driving in a black convertible down a snake-like country road. The bus pulled to a stop in front of Sara and Jon. Jon waited for Sara to get on then he entered the dim interior.