The Empty Seat

There's a seat open right next to me. It's the only empty seat on the entire bus. You know that during rush hour you're lucky to get a few inches of space, let alone a seat.

Why don't you sit down. I will try my best not to squeeze up against you. I'm sure we'll touch a few times going around the curves, but always by accident.

If I lean in really close, we'll be breathing the same oxygen molecules. The hairs of my mustache might tickle your check.

Please, go ahead and sit down. I don't mind at all.