Three in the afternoon

It was three in the afternoon. The light from outside enters the lobby, striking her face and making her look more angelic. As she reads her big Human Anatomy book, I can’t help myself but look at her perfect almond-shaped eyes as she scanned each pages. Her hair glides with the summer breeze and with this the thought of how soft it might be. I felt an attraction, a very strange attraction. She looked at me from across the lobby, I looked away and pretended to take out a piece of paper from my bag.

Did she saw me stare at her? I must have looked like a pervert. What the hell was I thinking? Staring at her for over a minute is just plain weird and creepy!

I tried to regain my composure. Must I look back? What if she was still looking at me?

I tried to remember her face. Yes. The almond-shaped eyes. The thick, black, silky and probably soft hair. Her lips? I still haven’s seen her lips.

I was now tempted. I must look back. I must. But I was afraid. She might think I’m a stalker or something.

I looked back. And as predicted she was still staring at me. I wished she wasn’t looking at me.

She smiled. Her lips gave a smile. Cherry red lips gave a smile.

She faced her book again. I gave a sigh. Was she smiling at me? I wished it was me.

I stood up from the bench where I was sitting and slowly approached her. My heart was thumping. Faster and faster it goes. My mind was not thinking well. My eyes were focused on her. I must talk to her. I must know her name.

“REN!!”, I heard someone call out my name. I looked back and saw a classmate of mine, Fatima. I then remembered why I was at school.

I turned around and walked towards her. I reached into her plastic bag of french fries and grabbed a handful. “Sheet oi! Nalimut ko sa guidebook ko!”