Sitting down on the hard, wooden bench, I waited for the bus to arrive. The bright rays of the sun caused me to squint against it. A man, a little younger than I was, sat beside me on the bench.
I watched people walk by in a hurry. No one stopped to enjoy the beautiful weather or scenery. They all looked the same and seemed to be in black and white. I blocked out the noise of the rushing pedestrians.
I glanced to my right. The man beside me had soft, brown curls and stunning, blue eyes.
He was in color.
We studied each other for a moment before I shyed away and looked back to the mechanical people, passing without a care.
The bus pulled up in front of the bench. The man by me stood and smiled at me, before climbing onto the bus.
I smirked and followed suit. I sat in the seat across from him in the back.
The ride was filled with quick glances at each other and the noise of the black and white people.
He broke the ice and we got to talking. Bam had an interesting life. I think we hit it off pretty well.
The bus stopped where I was planning to get off. I wasn't ready to say goodbye. Luckily, Bam followed.
The sky was painted with brilliant shades of pink, orange and purple. It was shining over the colorless city and me and Bam.
Some people say that I'm blind. But they are the ones not stopping to see the finer things.
They don't see the color.