Today in university I got wet, it was cold and it was dark. I wasn't in the mood to sarge. After class I went to the bus stop and waited impatiently for a bus to arrive. After a few grumpy minutes a girl comes and stands in the bus stop with me, she looks at me and does that 'ooooo' face (you know, the weather sucks arse, face). First of, I'm to grumpy to speak to, or even ackwolegde her, but then I realise she's hot. She's got these tight leggings on with a short skirt, and I can just see the bottom of her arse. I'm thinking its to late to talk about the weather now, but luckily it gets worse (never thought I'd say that tbh). I do the 'ooooo' face to her, and then we have a convo. Here it goes.
Me: Damn what a lovely day
Her: Yeh (laughs)
Me: Fancy going down the beach (its across from uni, YAY)
Her: (laughs)
Me: I actually saw someone go down there earlier (I point to a little gap which goes to the beach)
Her: No way

After this I didnt know what to say and there was an awkward silence for a moment. Then I went and sat next to her.

Me: So what course you doing in uni then?
Her: Psychology, what you doing?
Me: Engineering. How many lectures do you have a week?
Her: About twelve, but I dont go to many.
Me: Naughty girl. I've got about twenty five and their all boring as fuck.
Her: Yeh psychology is pretty boring aswell (laughs)
Me: I'm so fed up of catching buses all the time, I think I should learn to drive.
Her: Aww, I tried but was crap at it so gave up (laughs)
Me: (laughs) I think I'm gonna book some lessons soon. Do you live near?
Her: Yeh pretty close, the city centre. You?
Me: Twenty minutes away (laughs)
Her: Gutted

Then we went back to the awkward silence untill the bus came. What else could I have talked about, I was thinking about being direct or just talking about what she was doing this weekend. Any advice would be very welcome as usual. Thanks guys, so far the help I've recieved on this forum has been great.

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