What a looker. You figure your chances of getting a phone
number are slim to none as you get closer and notice that
your admirer is not a garden-variety stranger. You can't
help but smile, never breaking eye contact; that is, until
you trip on your untied shoelace.
 
You get up and begin to brush the city's grime from your
knees and coat. "Great first impression Joe," you decide
mercilessly. Amazingly, your admirer seems to get a kick
out of it all, and you're greeted with laughter and a 
smile.
 
After a brief conversation, in which you discover that this
gorgeous stranger is straight out of your dreams, your bus
rumbles around the corner a block away.
~Ask for her number, stupid, quick!~c1.txt
~Let the bus go, you can get another job, this is worth it~c2.txt
~Make a lame excuse and dart across the street to your bus~b2.txt