Wide, amber eyes looked up to meet the vivid, blue eyes of the bus driver.
"Grazie." The young voice called out as the boy(?) walked off of the bus.
"Bitte schön." The bus driver's voice sent an almost forbidden shudder down the small spine that belonged to the Italian.
This was the way that their daily meetings always went; the same words and actions.
Feli wished for much more than this.
Too soon though this chain of events would end as the Italian graduated from college, and started to change himself to meet the demands of his inner self.
There they were meeting again.
The Italian was obviously female now; she had long, auburn hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that did nothing to stop the waviness of her hair.
She wore a pink dress, but her eyes despite all the changes remained the same.
"Do you remember me?" Was uttered from her soft and pink lips.
"No." The German bus driver stuttered as he tried to recall a moment of seeing her.
"I always thanked you in Italian." Her voice held the pleasant warmth and gentle laughter of a much loved memory.
"I thought you were a-" He drew his words off in fear that they'd offend her.
It disappointed her that he hadn't known, but people first saw the outside then the inside.
"I was, but I always knew that I was supposed to be a girl." She smiled a kind and loving smile back at him.
"You were?" His mind had probably short-circuited as he tried to wrap it around the fact that she was what people would call transgendered.
"Yep." She smiled.
"How did you know?" The bus driver stammered curiously.
"My body always felt wrong and sort of off, you know?" Felicia beamed as all was right with the world; she was now physically female, and her favorite bus driver actually seemed interested in her.
It wasn't too big of a surprise that they eventually became a couple, but she really wished that her older would just calm down and not be so overprotective of her.