She doesn't realize what happens when her eyes make contact with the small black dot that is her front facing camera on her iPhone.
She doesn't.

It's like a chemical reaction, the shivers that fizz through my being and emanate into a smile across my lips as it's suddenly gone, only a simmering memory that I have to grapple with to keep it from receding into the file cabinets inside my dusty, cobwebbed brain.

She doesn't realize what the combination of warm eyes, warm hair, and warm heart can do through a slanted lens of glass.
She doesn't.