A note:
She saw you again today, talked to you again today.
She struggled to keep her eyes from blowing her cover, as they kept dangerously wandering down your face, down to your lips.
She admired your face as she talked. You leaned back, smiling and reading her.
She never likes being analyzed, but her heart flutters whenever you do.
And then she leaned in, talking excitedly, and you leaned in too, and her eyes marveled at the sight of your face so close to hers.
And the night came to a close, and you held up your hand and held hers with it, clasping her hand in yours with a certain, warming strength.
And she walked away in a trance, and even know, thinking about you, she can't keep that treacherous smile off of her face, and she can't keep that giddy feeling out of her chest.
Do you notice? Can you tell?