Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Eye Contact

Sitting on a blue couch, her attention was undivided. She took drinks of coffee without ever taking her eyes out of her book.

His attention was divided between a conversation with a friend about classes, and the girl he’d had a passing conversation with a week before. Keeping her in his peripheral vision, he waited for her to look up. He hoped for eye contact. The thought of going of to her had crossed his mind, but for fear of awkwardness or being to forward he stayed seated.

Her focus was admirable, his courage was somewhat less than this.

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