 So then anyways, in my head, I'm like, OK, he'll probably get off in 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.