bus driver

There's a friendly bus driver that I see every now and then. He looks young, and he smiles and says good morning when you get on the bus. One time he was selling tickets at the ticketing booth of my bus stop, and the $20 note that I slipped under the glass window caught a gust of wind and flew past his head. It was funny, and we laughed.

I saw him at the bus stop the other day, out of his uniform and waiting for the bus like any other person. He was small and skinny; everyone looked big next to him. Out of his role, he looked awkward and easily intimidated. I wanted to say hello and be friendly, but I wasn't brave enough to.