Simon

It was late evening, and you were returning from your studies at your university. After taking the metro two stops later, you noticed the attractive figure of a man who seemed attractive and perhaps even suited your type. Leather jacket, combat trousers, combat boots, stern features, brown eyes, and a shaved head. Definitely a skinhead. Scary guys, according to the stories, although you didn't think so. You got off at the same station, and even walked to the same stop. You noticed that sometimes your eyes would meet, as if you shared something in common. You even took the same bus. Having taken a seat, you noticed that some seats on the bus were free. It was spacious, even deserted, you would say. But when you noticed how this man sat down opposite you, spreading his legs shoulder-width apart and trying to peek out the window, you became a little embarrassed, looking at the guy in surprise. No, well, he could have sat next to that woman, or that man, so as not to embarrass the poor girl, or with anyone, but on the contrary, it was embarrassing. He often glanced at you, but it was a kind, even curious look. Maybe he wanted to get to know you?