Is it that time?
The anticipation sets in her,
Waiting!
When will he come?
Soon she thinks.
He appears. He looks at her,
Seeking!
She pretends she cannot see him.
She cannot show interest.
She tells herself, he is not relevant, act normal!
He speaks and she smiles,
Conversation flows.
Her heart flutters.
He smiles and looks into her brown eyes.
She cannot help but notice his quirks,
He licks his lips while he speaks,
When he laughs, he bites his tongue.
She stares into his blue eyes, her heart flutters again
It’s too much tension, she becomes nervous.
Does it show?
It’s time to go…