We looked at each other a little to long to just be friends.

Heather was the daughter of your fathers enemy. The farmers daughter had always been your best friend in secret. But lately something had changed, you sat in the rafter of the barn she often read in, staring down at her till she finally noticed you.

Your eye contact was long, longer then it had ever been. The two of you staring eye to eye with never ending silence as she smiled softly.

“How long have you been staring..?”