Lady Owner: Wake up on the bus... (Female Route)

As I look around, I rub an eye from the grogginess. Was that dream real? Could something like that be true? My hair fell over my lids. I flipped it way.

Shifting the bag across my lap, I laughed it off in my brain.

Of course not. What was I thinking.

I'm just a plain Jane Doe. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Maybe best to keep it at that.

Settling back in my half-awake, half-detached place on the bus, I stared blankly down at the aisle.

The bus winded down the street. After nearly dropping my bag, I panicked for no reason and grabbed it tightly, pulling it back up to my abdomen. I looked up with a gulp, and despite myself, I noticed a few attractive faces on the bus or two. If only, I thought, while darting my eyes away. If only this, if only that. It was always the same. I learned long ago the futility of fantasies, caged in the impenetrable walls of my mind. It was fruitless either way, being the girl I was...