I came in like a child.
You didn't notice me as I
threw colored markers towards your desk.
You smiled, pulled down your glasses slightly and said,
"Whoever you are, do know that I am licensed to ****."
And I couldn't help but giggle and pop out from behind the door.
He smiled and I walked over to him, slightly touching the things on his desk,
and just asking how he was, to which he said he was "terrible".
I asked why but then I realized how busy he seemed so I said,
"I am so sorry, you seem busy. I'll come by later."
And as I walked away he stopped me and said,
"Rach, you aren't doing anything wrong. I just... I have a lot of work to get done and having you around is wonderful, but I tend to get... distracted. Do come by later though, Alright?"
And I smiled and said of course.

I left, not sure of how to feel. I didn't expect to get into a big conversation or anything, but
I just kind of... Missed him.

Maybe the feeling is right... maybe it is wrong. But, what am I even feeling?