You don't tingle like a schoolgirl, and you're not awash in a rush of warmth like a cheap novel heroine, but it does put a smile on your face.
You've done your best all day to look like you're not looking, which you aren't, not really, even if your own eyes betray you more often than not. You didn't offer the first good morning. You didn't push for conversation. You definitely didn't follow him across the hall; he was walking in front of you to start with, and you're practiced at melting into the scenery, so he didn't notice a thing. You smirked instead of guffawing because he wasn't that funny, and you talked to everyone else around before you glanced his way.
All in all, you've been as cool, casual, and disinterested as you could have possibly hoped for. You didn't have an agenda, because that would imply a level of investment in your situation you simply don't have. This isn't something you were angling for, waiting for, or even hoping for at all.
But . . . if you're being honest with yourself, it is a kind of pleasing.
He looked for a seat, among so many empty seats, and he picked the one next to you.
D'awwwwwww this is the nicest thing.
ReplyDeleteI hope it is based on experience of happyness.
Recent experience of happyness.
I know the feeling. It just hasn't happened often.
ReplyDeleteI also hope that it happened to you. :D