You call it Amanda.

‘What the hell’ you think as you answer. “Sorry Amanda I just wish I had a car sometimes. I hate riding the bus.”

As you say Amanda the blob shifts to become a sexy Blond with her hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a pair of sandals, ripped jeans that reveal a pair of light blue surfing Speedo board shorts and matching sport top, under a white t shirt with a ripped out neckline that is short enough to expose her pierced navel. She doesn’t seem to be wearing any makeup but her perfect tan and beautiful piercing green eyes melt you immediately. “Yeah it will all be better once I go pro you know that I am gonna have tons of sponsors.” Then she grabs your arm and pulls you into the bus and back to the back and she plops her cute tight butt down on the bench. “Don’t worry I’ll take care of you once I am famous.”

Then as you sit down she grabs your hand and pulls it into her lap and begins softly rubbing the back with her other hand sending a chill up your spine and a flush of heat into your face and chest. “Yeah you are right I just wish I had a job.” Then oddly a blob of text appears in front of you floating reading:

“So are we still going to the party at the beach tonight?”
“Does your brother still want us to help him house sit for that creepy old dude?”
“Mary wants us to play some role-playing game she just bought tonight do you want to?”
“Did you hear about the football player that apparently killed himself last night?”