I stand in front of the bag. (beat)
We make eye contact. (beat)
"May I please sit down?" Said in my higher register. He continues to look at me. (beat)
He moves the bag to his lap, saying nothing.
I slide into the spot.
He then sits there and chews each fingernail on his right hand for the next 7 stops, letting the nails fall on his chest. I seem to make some boys nervous.