By the window

One

I looked at one of the windows on the second floor of our building, waiting.

For what?

I don't know.

Maybe someone, a boy perhaps. Just like other girls my age, I'm waiting for someone that'll make my high school life more... More bearable: Motivate me to move and do something other than just watch an empty window.

Just then, as I stare at the empty window, a figure came into view. He looked at the outside through the same window, wondering, imagining something.

What's he thinking about?

Why is he staring at nothing?

It started as curiosity. I wanted to know what he was looking at, what he's thinking about, or who is he thinking about.