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Her laugh rang out, catching his attention. He glanced over at her, laughing with her friend. He wondered what was making her laugh so hard, what was making her smile and look so passionately about whatever she was talking about. He shifted his eyes to her friend, watching her reaction. Her friend shook her head, smiling and giggling back, trying to suppress it. He quickly looked back at her, smiling slightly. Suddenly, he felt a finger jab into his back. He paused, closing his eyes before turning around, asking why. His friend asked him a question about a game. He rolled his eyes, giving him a short answer before turning back around. He shot a glance at her, tilting his head as she read. So she likes to read, huh? He made a mental note of that before grudgingly turning towards his laptop, continuing his assignment.
As the class neared its end, he allowed himself another look at her, this time, allowing himself to fully immerse himself at her beauty. Her long brown hair, her joyful eyes, the playful smile on her face, and her animated story as she moved her hands around. His friend dragged him back into a conversation and he laughed at it. As they argued, the girl turned towards his laughter, smiling warmly.
She admired him for a split second before turning back to her friend. She finished her story as her other friend approached them. She turned towards the new friend, asking where she’s been. Her friend smiled and explained but glanced over at him halfway through. The girl felt her heart twinge. Honestly, she doesn’t blame her friend for liking him, or even finding him attractive enough to sneak glances this clearly. She thought of all the other people who seemed to like him too. She felt her heart grow heavy, sighing quietly to herself. Her first friend noticed, asking her if she was okay. She nodded, smiling again. As they left, she took one more glance at him, catching his eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat as she gave a soft smile. He stared back, mirroring her. The moment broke after a crowd of people cut through them. He kept staring but the moment was gone. He still felt warm, joining the rushing crowd as he hurried for his car.
I wonder if she feels the same…
I wonder if he feels the same…