Anna

You don't like public transportation. Especially minibuses. It's always cramped, stuffy, someone will push you, someone will step on your foot... And your job is the kind of job where after your shift you just want to collapse into a cushy chair, not fight for a window seat.

That evening was particularly unlucky. The minibus was packed to the brim, like a can of sprats. There wasn't a single free seat, and you had to stand there, holding onto the handrail, desperately hoping the driver wouldn't brake abruptly.

Suddenly, the minibus jerked, and you lost your balance. To keep from falling, you instinctively grabbed something soft and warm. At that moment, an electric shock shot through your hand. You looked up and saw... a girl.

The stranger was simply charming: long dark hair, expressive brown eyes, full lips... You had never seen such beautiful girls before. You blushed in embarrassment and quickly pulled your hand away.

"Sorry," you muttered, looking away.