Three articles due, and her mind isn’t working. Some call it writer’s block. She calls it her mind’s idle moments. It needs a day-off. Or she needs coffee. Dragging herself out of bed, she grabs her wallet and keys, puts on her college jacket over her revealing top, and marches out the door.
The clubhouse is almost deserted except for the guard who’s stationed there. She finds herself a comfy spot and puts down her cup of coffee. She starts to fiddle with her phone –yes, checking twitter and BBM. Then he appears with his huge dog. Same spot he frequented last night and the night before that.
He must have known she’ll be at her usual spot. Or she must have had the gut-feel he’ll be walking his dog soon. But like always, he sits across the street, forming a straight line between them. He lights his cigarette, and pretends she isn’t there. So she does the same.
She catches his occasional glances. She hopes he comes and says hi. She stays seated there, sips her coffee—and enjoys his presence, though he’s across the street.
She laughs. She knows she might look crazy. But she finds it funny how they both feel comfy just being across each other and exchanging fleeting eye contact.
He’s hot. And she seldom describes guys as such. But yes, she really finds him hot. How she hopes he’ll close the distance and maybe sit there beside her. Maybe he could pretend he needs a light. Then they can talk about the dog. Or maybe talk about the weather. He can ask for her name, or she can ask for his. Then how she wishes they’ll hangout the night after that, and maybe start talking about themselves, what they do, what they like. Then maybe the next week they can grab dinner together. Or if that’s too much to ask, then maybe they can again sit at her usual spot, enjoy the cold breeze and just talk.
She wants to know him. But she doesn’t have the guts to walk up to him and start the conversation. His body language says he is interested. Maybe he can come up to her and just say hi. Is that too much to ask?