Tingin

Her

He was interesting to say the least. There something inherently his that made her want to interrogate him just to know what it was.

He wasn't outgoing like her nor was he antisocial like others she wasn't going to mention. He had his friends, just enough that all 10 of his fingers were up if you counted them. He was quiet, not too quiet to be mistaken as a mute, but just enough that people didn't want to bother him with their shenanigans.

He was clean, kept everything in his bag (which is probably just as clean as she thinks it is unlike her messy one). He was polite. He was every adjective a teacher would use as an example when referring to 'good students'.

But this wasn't what caught her attention.

Maybe it was a week after their finals when she saw him at school. They had a one week break before their enrollment period for the second semester and so they decided to make the most of it.

She actually left something at their classroom and so she made plans with a faculty member if she could get it as early as possible. And so here she was, on saturday, at school going to get her 'important' object.

Once she obtained what she was looking for, she thanked the accompanying faculty member and went on her way to go home. A few paces outside of the school gate, she let out an undignified yelp when she stumbled upon a man crouching down.

He didn't even bother looking up as if he wasn't interested on her dramatic response. But then she realized he was wearing a pair of airpods so maybe he just didn't hear her.

She peeked around his shoulder to find that he was petting a small cat. It was a kitten with the most orange fur she has ever seen and it was adorable. He was smiling faintly, making his features a lot more softer than it usually was. But, not wanting him to find her looking at hi—the cat! Not wanting him to find her looking at the cat, she left silently and swiftly from that place.

Ever since then he has caught her attention. Without even realizing it, she finds herself looking at him from afar waiting for him to smile like that again.

And it was, without a doubt, a success.

Seeing him smile, laugh and joke with his friends made her heart skip a beat. It got to the point where she unintentionally laughed out loud because she heard him joke and it was downright terrible.

It was after this certain event that made her question herself. Did she like him? Or is it just a fascination that would rid of itself over time?

Her eyebrows scrunched up unconsciously because of that thought. Isn't that, if not exact, the definition of a crush? She shook her head and removed her gaze away from the back of his head. Either way, she was just intrigued by him and didn't want to get things more complicated for her mind to process.

Maybe she did like him, maybe not, the important thing is she was content on her current situation and wouldn't do anything to mess it up.