The Bus Boy

Ever since you started your first year of high school, you've always taken the bus. You'd get up at 7 a.m. to catch it and go to school. On your commute, you'd always see a boy get on every day at the same time as you. He was a blond boy with short hair, but not too short, brown eyes, and a nice smile. He always sat in the back and listened to music without looking at anyone. You'd get off before him to get to your school because you really liked him and you were shy. (This is really happening to me and I don't know what to do because I'm too embarrassed to talk to him. Can someone give me advice in the comments, please?)