With her mission in mind, Constance stood at the bus stop early the next morning to make sure she didn't miss it. As the doors opened and the already stuffy air from inside came to greet her in the face, she climbed the steps of the bus with confidence. She deposited her change at the front of the bus as her eyes scanned the people already there. Her eyes soon landed on the man she was looking for. He was dressed as he normally was; his eyes staring out the bus window he was seated beside as he stared at the wakening morning outside.

Constance walked down the aisle of the bus, placing herself in the empty seat directly behind him. She stared at the back of his well styled hair as the bus lurched into motion. She restrained herself from saying anything until the bus rounded a corner and the standard bus chit-chat mixed with the local radio station jingles well and truly filled the air.

"Hey there," she said as she leaned forward; the man in front of her not looking at her at all. She knew this would not be an easy victory by any means.

Like she expected, he didn't respond. She fell silent again for a moment as she dug her notebook out of her messenger bag to look at the list of names she had compiled the night before.

"So, you can ignore me all you want, but I am bound and determined that I will get to know you anyway," she remarked.

With the silence that came with her talking, she chuckled and moved to continue speaking.

"I figured that I can't really get to know you better without knowing your name, so I'm going to start listing off names. You can tell me if I get the right one or - at the very least - if I'm geting hot."

She heard muttering in front of her; a small smile of victory coming to her face as she leaned forward so that her head was slightly over the back of his seat.

"What did you say?"

"You really have nothing better to do?" he asked as he kept his eyes trained out the window; a scowl upon his lips.

"Nope. I'm currently unemployed so it's your lucky day," she said as she settled back, looking down at the list of names she had written down. She wasn't sure what his name might be seeing that he was of Asian descent but living in America. She decided to list a slew of names that were popular in all ethnicities to start.

"Robert."

Upon not getting an answer, she crossed the name off and went on to the next one.

"Gunwoo."

"Derek."

"Jiho."

She kept on going for the next half hour and through multiple stops, making quick work of the list of names she had compiled. Unfortunately the man didn't respond to any of them. Sighing as she flipped the third page in her notebook, she leaned forward to see that he was still facing the window but his eyes were shut.

'Is he actually sleeping?' she thought, shocked.

"Did I bore you that much?" she snapped, watching as a small smirk came onto his face.

"Yes. I'm hoping you'll finally get the hint and leave me alone."

She humphed as she leaned back in her seat at his words. She knew that he would be a tough nut to crack, but she couldn't help but to start feeling frustrated.

"I get the hint, but I refuse to acknowledge it," she said.

Constance knew it was time to take things up a notch. When the bus stopped, she moved to get up. She could see the man open his eyes to stare at her, watching as they widened in shock when she dared to plop down right beside him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What? This seat is empty, isn't it?" she asked with a slight smirk as the man scoffed beside her.

"Now, I will leave you alone for the rest of the day if you tell me your name," Constance continued.

"Why are you so insistent? Do you really have nothing better to do?"

"Nope!"

He let out a small sigh as his eyes focused once more on the passing scenery outside the window instead of on her.

"Can you at least tell me the first letter? It'll help a lot."

"B..." he finally relented as she jotted the singular letter down in her notebook like it was a revelation.

"B...B...What could your name be?..."

Her out loud musing caused him to sigh again as he moved to cross his arms across his chest. Constance began to use her pen to begin jotting down all the names that started with 'B' that crossed her mind that she hadn't already tried. She did this for the next couple of minutes, not realizing that the man beside her was making a move to stand up as the bus came to a stop.

"Move."

"Why?" she asked as she looked up from the notebook and over at him.

"I'm getting off here."

Constance looked past him and out the window to see exactly where they were. They had arrived in some sort of downtown area where all the shops seemed to be leaning on each other for support. There were cars lining either side of the street in their parallel parking spaces; a decent amount of foot traffic for that early in the morning milling about at the different shops.

"Now are you going to move since you're blocking me in or do I have to climb over you?"

She was still focused on the sight that met her outside the window that it took her a minute or two to process his question. The man obviously wasn't willing to be patient and wait for her reply though as he moved to put one leg over her to be able to put one foot into the aisle. This action caused the two of them to be in each other's personal space for a moment; Constance's heart skipping a beat at the close proximity to this unusual yet fascinating male. He didn't seem to be having the same paralyzing reaction she was though, gripping the seat across the way to tug his other leg over her and out into the aisle. He looked down the aisle to see a few other people getting off at the stop, moving to follow after them before the bus door shut.

As soon as he was walking down the aisle, she was able to snap out of her trance. Quickly, Constance shoved her belongings back into her messenger bag so she could follow him. She knew that her actions were verging on being a stalker, but he was intriguing to her. He was an enigma that she wished to solve.

Just as she was about to get off and follow him, she noticed something glinting on the floor of the bus by her seat. She would have dismissed it as someone's long lost loose change except for the fact that - when she turned her eyes down to look at it - she saw that it wasn't that at all. Instead it was a silver guitar charm strung through with an even simpler silver chain. Reaching down to the floor at her feet to pick it up, she realized that the guitar charm had some depth to it; a small almost unnoticeable hinge there showing that it was a locket.

'Could this belong to that man?' Constance thought, wondering if it somehow fell onto the floor as he climbed over her.

Lifting her head she saw that the man was gone. The bus driver leaned forward from his seat to close the door just as Constance sprung to her feet.

"Wait!"

The bus driver paused his hand in mid-movement as he shot his eyes up into the mirror to look at Constance as she tripped her way quickly down the aisle.

"I'm getting off here too. Sorry!"

"I have a route to keep, miss. I need to move along."

"I know. I'm sorry," she said again as she took the steps off the bus so quickly she almost landed ungracefully on the sidewalk outside.

The bus door was quick to shut behind her as she stood on the sidewalk. Constance turned sideways to watch it leave. Once it disappeared around a corner, she looked about her surroundings to take it in. She hadn't ever been in this part of the city before. Even though she hadn't been too far behind that man in getting off, he was nowhere in sight.

"Well, this is great," she mumbled out loud to herself as she turned her eyes to look down at the locket that was now in her possession.

She slipped a finger along the split in the side of the charm, trying to pop it open to no avail. This was a locket that was stuck shut. Either that or she really lacked any sort of finger muscle. Constance stood there fiddling with it for a moment more before letting out a frustrated sigh. If this locket really did belong to the man, it was just as much a mystery as its owner.

Constance knew that she couldn't stand at the bus stop all day. The purpose of having gotten off the bus was to follow after the man. She looked about her at all the possible directions he could have walked off in before deciding on the one she deemed the most promising. She just hoped that she had chosen the right direction to wander off in.