He's doing it again.

John Shelby is staring and it's embarrassing. Everyone with eyes can see how pathetically smitten he is. His hand twitches to just reach out and touch you.

But he doesn't.

He doesn't want to scare you off. But he wants you— God, he wants you.

He clears his throat once and drapes his arm over the backrest, trying to take as much space as possible so you will notice him.

Peacocking at it's finest.