Matt starts slow, introducing himself and trying to get acquainted.

Now that the redhead was sitting next to him, Matt saw that she was prettier than he'd thought at first... those freckles were a distraction. She had a great pair of legs... and the closer of those legs was only about a quarter inch from his hand.

He'd never been particularly good at casual conversation. Maybe he should just cop a feel, pretend it was just the bus moving that put his hand in contact with her leg. Maybe that would turn her on. Maybe she would...

He mentally shook his head. He had a sister, which meant he knew something about girls. Some of his favorite porn was about girls getting groped and giving handjobs on Japanese subways but he didn't think those videos were exactly guides on how to get lucky. They were fantasies for guys who weren't getting any... guys like him. Instead, it was time to use his words. Which wasn't easy but he was going to give it a try.

He cleared his throat. "Hey. I'm Matt."

She kept looking straight ahead and managed a squeak. "Hi."

Okay, either she was blowing him off or maybe, just maybe, she was as shy as he was.

"So," he said, "I'm betting you have a name too."

She gave him just the slightest glance, then looked ahead once more. "Uh, Wendy."

Okay, the good news was, she hadn't been blowing him off. The bad news was, she was probably as much an outcast as he was. Would hanging out with her make him a loser?