 So then, anyways, in my head, I'm like, okay, he'll probably get off on the next stop. It's not a big deal. He hasn't seen me. I'll just, like, pretend I don't see him. But then, a few stops later, he has not gotten off, and he comes to stand right next to me, like, shoulder to shoulder. And I'm like, oh, my God, like, he's definitely noticed me. He's going to say something. I should say something back. And I'm, like, looking, and he's just, like, frantically scrolling on his phone, reading something really important, listening to something. I don't know.