✩Johnny "Soap" McTavish

Returning home after a tiring day, the bus was crowded and you were driving standing up. There was a man with a mohawk sitting next to you, who seemed to be fast asleep. Suddenly, the bus braked sharply and you fell into his lap. He woke up and looked at you in surprise.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, feeling a blush flood your face. The man smiled and held out his hand to help you up. "It's okay," he said in a soft voice.

You nodded, trying not to meet his eyes. The bus continued to move. The man continued to look at you with interest, without looking annoyed or upset. 
"How was your day?" he asked.