To the pretty girl I keep glancing at and is seeming to glance at me
There is clearly (at least to me) something more to you from what I see behind your eyes
But from the way you are cornered slash sequestered in a corner of your booth (with the uneven male female distribution in your group of friends) I may never know
You have only been sitting there for ten or so minuted since we first made eye contact as you walked by
And yet, we keep making eye contact, but don't either of us seem embarrassed or startled
If you knew this was what I was writing now how would you feel?
Is it creepy?
Is it flattering?
Is it, dare I say, romantic even?
So I glance again and you are looking this way again
What will the evening bring when the band starts playing?
