She still saves my seat next to her at lunch. The tables are cramped and its hot and sticky outside, so you have to be ready to get up close and personal with your two seatmates. When we sit together her face is only a couple of inches away from mine.
Sometimes I feel the sudden urge to kiss her, but I would never. So instead I just observe her moods. They sway gently like willow branches on a summer's day. I'll never get bored of this.
