February 18, 2009
He walks into class, forcing himself not to look up. He knew if he did, he would automatically look to the back, to her.
He sits down, conscientious of his lab partner’s absence. Second day, already. Maybe he dropped?
The back was so quiet. Was she even there? He did what he hoped was a stealthy peek; no her. He sighs: not relief… Was he worried about her? Surely not.
He writes his name on his homework for something to do; someone opens the door. Don’t look up… he thinks, but he does, and their eyes meet, and she smiles.
He sits down, conscientious of his lab partner’s absence. Second day, already. Maybe he dropped?
The back was so quiet. Was she even there? He did what he hoped was a stealthy peek; no her. He sighs: not relief… Was he worried about her? Surely not.
He writes his name on his homework for something to do; someone opens the door. Don’t look up… he thinks, but he does, and their eyes meet, and she smiles.
