Who lost what?

She was pretty, in a conventional way, and attractive too. It
wouldn't have taken much for any one to like her as a friend,
or even fall for her. She has never had a boy friend in her 24
years of existence, but she never worried too much about it.
She has had crushes, and massively strong ones. But all her
crushes have been either Hollywood film stars or cricketers.
She was out going, literally "out every week" person. And
she took her company bus at 7 :30 every morning to work.
Her bus used to stop to pick up some colleagues, a couple of
blocks down the road where he used to stand, waiting for his
company bus to pick him up. She could not remember when
was the first time she saw him, and when did she consciously
noticed him. The first thing she noticed was not his daily
presence, but his conspicuous absence at the bus stop.
For a week , she looked out the window, long before the bus
had reached the place where he used to wait, and for a week
she felt a tinge of disappointment at not seeing him there.
Then as he reappeared after a week, apparently back from a
vacation, she was visibly happy through out the day at work.
She began noticing him closely, and as girls do , began critically
and minutely analyzing every thing about him.
"So he preferred dressing up formally, even
though his office dress code is denim friendly.
And his fingers were like that of an artist.
He carried his lunch from home only
occasionally.He does look better in
those formals then any thing else.
Ahan ... so that's what his name is.
I too love that book he is reading.".
She had resigned to the fact that this was her biggest crush
ever and her first real life one. She had started to wonder is he
has even seen her gape at him. She like to believe that he has,
since like her, he to would have been trying to look but not
make it obvious. The on summer morning when the sun was
beginning to burn from early morning itself. her bus stopped,
he looked at her and raised a hand and smiled. She smiled
back,almost a few seconds later she realized that she was
actually grinning, and as the bus started to move again , she
remembered to wave back .
Oh that day was something else, she worked , despite being
all rosy eyed, better then ever. and she just could not sleep
that night. It was a Wednesday next day , she looked out the
window as the bus moved on. She was scared she might be
ready to leap out the window if she saw him smile at her
like yesterday .But he wasn't there. nor was he there the
next two days. He wasn't there the next week or the week
after. She never saw him again. She lost, what could have
been hers, forever.

He had been seeing her sitting in her bus for a more than
three months now. Her ordinary beauty was extremely
attractive to him . He wondered if she ever noticed him.
As discreetly as possible , he looked at her. For long,
his favorite part of the day had been standing there,
waiting for the bus, her bus to come by. And he sure hoped
for bigger things for the two of them, but how? Then one
Monday he tried to actually do something to break the ice,
but he was too nervous and dumbstruck to actually turn his
head and look at her, he knew she was there but he was too
scared. He prepared himself all day and then finally on Tuesday
he waved to her and smiled, His smile and wave were instantly
acknowledged and warmly returned, and something told him it
was just a start of better thing to come.That day in the office he
knew he wanted to be with her. The same day he was one of
the few hundred employees fired by his company, as a reactive
step to the prevailing recession.