The idea came up But she decided to shut up A bit nervous, a bit excited She hoped her zits wouldn’t get the attention that they seemingly craved His name was brought up She pretended to be calm Although she badly wanted to search for his face in the crowd The moment she set her eyes on him She noticed that time seemed to slow down Moreso, it’s as if she shone brighter than anyone in that room Was that a divine glow? Was she making things up in her head? It was like a scene in a romantic flick, which until then she thought was just fictional They shook hands She became conscious of the texture of her palm Was it soft and smooth enough? She could not shake that moment off her mind She was too shy, too conscious, and too giddy , it hurt