Resisting Temptation

''What's your name?'' I ask.
She doesn't say anything for a moment, and carries on looking down at the floor, seemingly interested in the boring concrete of the tennis courts., and I start to think that maybe this was a mistake going to talk to her, when she looks into my eyes with her piercing light brown ones, and says in a voice so indian and interesting:
''Shayleen. Yours?''
I'm thrown for a minute , at how even more beautiful she is close up, that she begins to look at me questioningly, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised, so I get myself together and eventually stutter out:
''S-Saz '' I respond shakily, now me looking don at the floor, studying the ground in great detail, then silently handing Shayleen the last of her papers.
Our hands brush against each other for a second, and I can feel the chemistry surging through us.
I look back up at her, smiling, and she attempts a half smile, looking like a lost princess in the depths of a fairy tale, until her expression changes, and the blissful moment we shared between us shattered, a expression covering her face again into one of conflict and worry.....