The Watcher
She watched him shyly from behind her books. She’d been watching him for weeks, now.
She knew his walk. She knew the sound of his voice. She even knew his smell.
But she was invisible to him.
He was one of the “beautiful people.” He was blessed with perfect hair and fabulously straight teeth.
And yet, he was somehow different from them.
It wasn’t obvious. You’d only know the difference if you’d studied him as she had.
But the difference made him somehow humble in her eyes.
As he passed her by this time, she inhaled his scent deeply and secretly. Her body nourished by that iota of essence that was him.
Her mind called out to him, and it seemed, just for a moment, he was about to answer her…
Then SHE showed up.