She always looked at you, you always caught his attention with just a simple action, a single movement. She was tired of not being able to do anything but watch you from afar. She wanted to talk to you, she wanted you to look at her how she did it with you...

"Dammit, am I falling in love?"

She had said to herself as she watched you from a table across the dining room. She watched you smile and something lit in her stomach. I wish it was an upset stomach because love just couldn't be.