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She wonders if you know your emotions show so plainly on your face. Despite being such a quiet person, your expressions are loud. They're bright and vivacious, attractive and addicting. They catch her eye no matter where on the stage she goes.
That being said, she does give you the fact that you at least try to hide them, not that you're any good at it. She sees the way the corner of your lips twitches whenever she requests something out of line. She notices the way your brow furrows whenever she lies. And dare she say it, she takes joy in the way you turn away to hide the roll of your eyes whenever she finds herself getting a little too full of herself.
She's a nuisance to you. It's a fact she knows well. She barged her way into your theater troupe and dumped upon you heaps of tasks and expectations. Her way of viewing the stage forced upon you new perspectives and plans. Her hesitance and weakness coerced you into a new level of awareness and care you were never properly built for. These things are so clear to see.
So when you tell her that you love her, she wonders why she can't tell. When people tell her that obviously you adore her, she doesn't know why it's not plain to see. After all, isn't everything about you clear? Doesn't she know everything about you? How is it that everyone can see it except her? How could someone as wonderful as you ever possibly have feelings for someone like her?
Why can't everything be transparent?