She sits there, I glance at her body, The strangest Feelings. Am I worthy? Obsession. The way she sits, legs crossed, intently focused on a pink iphone in her hand. I don't exist to someone like her. Her head, always rocking to an invisible rhythm, begins to turn. Her eyes shoot upward. I duck away.
Unknown. Evasive. She clings to my thoughts as she continues to eat. I stare, puzzled by this attraction. Two steps. Closer. I reach... And she's gone.