No.

We sat in quiet contemplation for a few minutes until the bus rounded the corner. We stood, Matt glancing awkwardly at my chest a few more times than usual, and the bus pulled up. What can I say, I have nice tits.

He climbed on and I stepped after him, stumbling at the curb. Catching myself, I swung upright and tried to hurry forward only to find the door handle closer than I'd thought, and it caught me in the neck.

"Fuck!" It hurt like a bitch as I stepped on the bus, reaching for my card in my purse. The bus driver was wide-eyed, staring at my chest and I looked down.

I most definitely forgot to put on a bra this morning. The handle caught my shirt as well as my clavicle. My bone felt bruised, but apparently my shirt tore. A lot. And now my "nice tits" were bared to this entire bus.

Fuck.