1 February 2013
"Why is he doing this?" I thought, staring at the guy in front of me. "He...doesn't like me...does he?"
My thoughts of Paul had immediately been interrupted as, so randomly enough, perhaps the most attractive and most flirted-with guy in my singing class had made a beeline for me when he got through the door.
We were simply carrying on a conversation, but I was shocked.
Briefly, in the beginning of the year, we'd interacted before. But he kind of annoyed me. He'd randomly just butt into conversations that didn't concern him, especially ones about Paul. He'd sometimes reach out and push me, or make weird faces at me, or mimick the way I laugh. It was pretty obnoxious, especially when I was so deep into thinking about Paul and the pain of unreturned affection and all of the stuff I had to deal with.
And here he was again. Giving me his full attention.
To my surprise, he sat down next to me on the table I was perched on, our arms brushing.
"What on earth?" I thought, looking at him with a smile that masked my confusion.
He had the prettiest green eyes, I noticed. And a very intense gaze.
And this gaze was on me...and only me. No one else.
We kept chatting, until finally it was time for class to start.
And, smiling slightly, I thought...
"Well...this is new."
Well...This Is New - 1 • Opuss № I