Yeah I decided to open her, here's what happened. This is a couple of days later, because I kept missing her.
I’m at the bus stop again. She’s there. I have the setup all worked out in my head. (Please God don’t let me fuck this up. I'm nervous as hell.) I pull out a smoke. I pat my pockets down pretending to look for my cigarette lighter, and then I make eye contact…
Me: You got a light? (I know she's a smoker)
HB: Sure.
(I’m deliberately letting the flame die out before it lights my cigarette up)
Me: No I meant one that actually works *Smiles*
Me: Hey it finally worked. You didn't give me a broken lighter after all. *Big grin*
(I look her up and down rather blatantly, like an ALPHA would.)
Me: I like your rucksack. It doesn’t really go with the smart office look you got going there. (She's wearing a smart black overcoat, like someone powerful would wear) But I think it’s great. You're being different from all those other girls who have Gucci handbags. Those kinda girls are so superficial.
HB: Laughs
Me: OMG your nose wriggles when you laugh. (She checks back) No it’s the cutest thing. You gotta stop doing that cos I think you're trying to make me fall for you… There you go again. Stop it now. I gently punch her in the arm (Kino)
Then we fluff about our jobs n shit, I make sure I DHV - God the number of times I have fucked up on this is unbelievable. (Stay confident.) Time for the number close.
Me:Hmm, I was wondering how might we carry on this conversation. (I pause and look at her expectantly with my eyebrows raised)
She gets the idea, smart girl.
Me:Cool, put your number in my phone, I’ll text you or something.
A couple of seconds later I text her, (this is an idea I have stolen from another person on this forum):
Text: Who's that cute guy you're standing next to?

(It's me of course.)
She smiles, her bus arrives. She gets on.
I finish my smoke, I'm calm on the outside but underneath shaking with nervous energy.