Diffident Demeanor

Her flirtatious eyes met mine. A pretentious flutter caused me to flinch. Her conspicuous smile confirmed how silly I looked. Yet looking at her, at those eyes, I didn't give a damn. Sitting two tables away might as well have been a metric mile. I thought to myself: Is she actually alone or is she waiting for someone? I see only one glass, the one in her hand but that doesn't prove a thing. Think again Romeo! Have I only imagined romantic overtures? I probably did. I could prove otherwise if I had the courage but being bold is not my nature. I guess I'll never know. So here I sit like an old stone statue.