Do you ever think about your fellow travellers?

Time spent on the bus going from A to B, every day, several times a day. Wasted, if it weren't for a rampant imagination. I have made it a recurring event to spend my bus rides contemplating what sort of people are on the bus, which, mind you, can be rather disturbing at times. This morning a woman with cropped black hair was standing next to me in a black and white Karen Millen dress, with bold rings on her fingers and a brown knee length lamb skin fur. She looked rather professional. As we turned a corner and the bus made its way across the canal, she sifted through her vibrating pocket and extracted a phone and proceeded to speak in a specific tone of voice: "Hello? Yes, I slept well, you? I kept thinking about you, and had this dream...".

A) Do you really want to share your dreams (which appeared to be of a rather personal nature) with the entire bus?
B) I thought you were a hard-core designer-ish woman.
C) Hmm.

Blonde girl on the back row. Keeps looking my way through her impeccably natural makeup in rosy tones, perfectly matching the sweet but cool floral scarf, which is wrapped into the neck of her coat. She's very beautiful. I'm not really into blond(e)s, I prefer a bit darker. I like her soft fringe and bob, she looks very Scandinavian. Does she realise that I'm from that part of the world too - have I done anything that might reveal it? I don't think so. Maybe she's just looking at her fellow passengers too.