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The bus was nearly full as I stepped inside, as colorless and nonreactive as neon, destined to be an invisible noble gas. I quickly study every detail, being the analytical thinker I am.
Seats made of iron, windows made of potassium and sodium and people made of a molecule I couldn't quite understand. Quantum physics came as easily as breathing, but I could not figure out humans to save my life. My people skills were severely lacking, which proved to be fatal as the bus lurched and I was thrown into the uranium seat next to one of the most attractive men I'd ever seen. His smirk was studded with a lip piercing and his copper hair was untidy but lovely all the same. I felt a strong and unfamiliar urge to run my fingers through it. He has looks like liquid Mercury, extremely dangerous yet so lovely and rich. "Um, what are you doing?" He asked, his eyes the violet color of rubidium burning as they shook me from my thoughts... |
