Days had gone by, and this interaction that lasted barely a minute had begun to consume her day. Lectures skipped by as she plotted out how they afternoon might go – how she’d approach him, what she would say, the passionate embrace they’d find themselves in. It was all nonsense, really, as she never moved an inch when he approached.

She began noting each nuance – was he looking at her? Did his feet just angle into an approach her way? – and yet nothing that couldn’t be explained away by something simple. Nothing concrete ever happened, no action fully committed. Maybe there was something on the sidewalk he was had to pass around. Maybe it was all just wishful thinking.

It wasn’t even like she knew his name or anything, this gorgeous mystery boy of hers. Well, not hers, really. Maybe he had a girlfriend…what if he was married? She knew it was ridiculous. But—

There he was. She glanced up from her novel, a shy smile gracing her face. Catching his eye was a step in the right direction.