Go to the Next Bus Stop

I’m not trying to stereotype them by the way they dress, thinks Trebor. But, you just never know. 

Trebor walks a couple of blocks to the next stop. To his delight, the bus rolls up in a timely manner. He hops on board and gazes out the window. He breathes a sigh of relief and watches a little girl on her pink bike riding away without a care in the world. The bus breezes past a broken down CTA bus and after a while reaches his stop.

Trebor exits the bus and walks along the park to his home. He looks over and sees a cute girl, named Yesenia that he went to his middle school, holding birthday balloons. She was considered to be popular and he never seemed to come up with a good enough reason to talk to her. 

What should Trebor do?

(Choose Below)