She couldn't understand why a popular boy like him would find her interesting. She was so plain, why would anyone find her interesting? At least that was what she thought.
Nevertheless, something about his hypnotic green eyes made her blush and a rush of butterflies erupted in her stomach.
Everyday, after school, she would think of him and wondered if he, too thought of her as much as she did. One thing that she dreaded was to have a conversation with him.
She was not good in social situation and feared that if they ever conversed, she would ruin something between them, and he'd stop looking at her with his beautiful smile, something that made her hopeful about love.
So she liked everything the way it was--the silent exchange of shyful glances.
