Who?
She caught his eye on the way to class. She walked straight forward, not bothering to give a glance anywhere but right in front of her. Of course her eyes shifted from time to time, saying "Hi" to people she knew and liked, but they would always adjust back to her immediate line of sight, the stairs. She quickly made her way to the stairs daily, avoiding the glances she would receive from people. "I'm almost there," she thought to herself, "almost to the stairs".
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She caught his eye on the way to class. He'd noticed her a million times, her thousand-watt smile, the way her hair bounced ever-so-slightly (akin to the bounce in her step), how she would become entirely engrossed in conversations with her walking partners, never looking aside to watch her step, focusing her complete attention on the person next to her. He had longed to be that person next to her, to smell the fresh freesia on her skin, to let just one finger slide smoothly down her gorgeous hair, to be the center of her attention. And yet he let her walk past the same pillar he leaned against every day, waiting for contact.
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She shifted her skirt slightly. All day long she tried so hard to avoid this mystery man. Of course it was the one man she wanted to talk to, the one man she wanted to catch, to undo. She twisted her ring nervously on her finger, biting her lip. She casually walked down the aisle, down the stairs, down to his seat. Edging her way past a few people she knew, she sat down and leaned a little to the right, towards him. She turned her head and leaning towards his ear, began to whisper, "I "
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She caught his eye on the way to class. He'd noticed her a million times, her thousand-watt smile, the way her hair bounced ever-so-slightly (akin to the bounce in her step), how she would become entirely engrossed in conversations with her walking partners, never looking aside to watch her step, focusing her complete attention on the person next to her. He had longed to be that person next to her, to smell the fresh freesia on her skin, to let just one finger slide smoothly down her gorgeous hair, to be the center of her attention. And yet he let her walk past the same pillar he leaned against every day, waiting for contact.
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She shifted her skirt slightly. All day long she tried so hard to avoid this mystery man. Of course it was the one man she wanted to talk to, the one man she wanted to catch, to undo. She twisted her ring nervously on her finger, biting her lip. She casually walked down the aisle, down the stairs, down to his seat. Edging her way past a few people she knew, she sat down and leaned a little to the right, towards him. She turned her head and leaning towards his ear, began to whisper, "I "