I knew that he often stared at me…
in the cafeteria or on the crowded elevator
but his reflex was swift… or so he thought
each time he’d avert his eyes just as I'd raise mine
He’d decided he was no longer willing to keep this secret
Listening to his heart wildly beat whenever he saw her
He’d been hesitant to speak; unable to risk rejection
But on a cold wintry morning, attraction inspires
He vowed he’d find a moment when he could say something…
But what would he say? He felt hopeless.
Why doesn’t he say something? I wonder…
Can’t he feel the connection?
I know he stares at me and he thinks I’m unaware
Like just this morning on the crowded elevator
I could feel his eyes fixated upon my back
And that caused my heart to skip beats
As a matter of fact, I feel his eyes this moment…
Should I turn around and say, “Hi?”
Oh well…here comes the rain
My car’s parked up the street so I’ll have to run for it.
“Hi”, the voice spoke, “the rain’s not letting up, huh?”
A smile broke out before she looked up at him
“So it seems. And my umbrella’s locked in my car, up the street.”
“I’m Jason Stone…from Advertising”
“And I’m Emma Ward…Finance”
“Nice to meet you”…they chimed together, laughing
“Would you like to get some coffee next door?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
Gently, he placed his warm leather jacket on my shoulders.
For the: "Leather Jacket on Shoulders" Contest