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And up. Looming over your bus seat was an absolute behemoth of a man. The guy responded with an easygoing smile on his broad, bearded face. Could I borrow it for a sec? I just need to call him real quick. You blinked in outrage, and embarrassment. As the bus continued on, you caught snippets of the conversation unfolding in front of you.

Evidently, the guy had gotten hopelessly turned around, and his friend was trying to figure out how to get him to his destination. Privately, you thought this seemed too complex for his simple brain to comprehend.

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And then take Johnson Street to the 67 line? Uh-huh, uh-huh. Thanks, bro. Then his brown gay widened comically. Sure enough, the bus had been decelerating, and now it came to a complete stop. The guy pushed his way to the crowded exit, still absorbed in his conversation. You noted with disgust that he had your phone lodged between his bristly cheek and his broad shoulder, both of which were sheened with sweat.

Then it hit you — he was about to leave with your phone! You hated how squeaky your voice sounded compared to his bovine bass, but still, it worked. See ya soon, king. Then, he hung up and turned his attention to you. So instead, he stood up straight, braced his knees, and lobbed your phone at you with a dumb, cocky grin. Oh my god, what was this idiot thinking?

You gripped something in your hand. Peeking one eye open, you found that your phone was secure in your grip. Despite your lacking hand-eye coordination, you had somehow caught your phone, acting purely on instinct. As you leaned down to clean it, your phone screen lit up with a notification.

It was a message from an unknown number. You internally groaned. He probably did; he was obviously just as much of a dumb gym bro bara his friend.