I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track's
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love – Queen
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The cafeteria is bustling all around her. It is supper time and almost everyone, except the security teams are here. She chose a corner table and had been enjoying some quiet time; even her brain had managed to shut off for a little while.
But that all changed when he walked in. It was unnerving, but she knew exactly when he had entered the room, she always knew. She then had managed to keep him in her sights almost all the time because of her seat at the wall in the back.
Hopefully no one noticed me looking over all the time. That would be one embarrassing thing to explain. I'd rather die.
Still she couldn't stop herself. He sat at a middle table all alone right now and from the moment he had sat down she had debated with herself if she should go over and say hello.
She stops twirling her hair and lets out a frustrated huff but continues her inner discussion anyway, now switching to drawing circles on the table with her fingers.
Would it be so bad to walk over to him and eat together? We work together, live together so we can share a table and talk. Right?
One moment later she already was thinking about a million reasons why not to go over.
But what if he is waiting for someone? What if he wants to be alone?
The positive voice in her head found a way to contradict her inner pessimist time and again:
He wouldn't have started eating if that were the case and hello, he chose a big table, so you can join him! Just get up, grab a dessert and go over there!
What if he doesn't want my company? He could've come over to my table.
Maybe he is thinking the same thing about you?
"Yeah right!" she says to herself and shakes her head a couple of times to get rid of all the conflicting and contradicting thoughts in her head.
"This is ridiculous." she mumbles once more quietly.
No need to obsess over something that will never happen. He has so many women to choose from, he isn't interested in someone like me.
And finally, she has made a decision: she grabs an apple from the dessert selection and walks out onto the balcony to enjoy the sunset – alone.
For now.
AN: Yes, I know not much plot here. But it was on my hard-drive and I am trying to get back into the groove. I had a pairing in mind while I planned this but I guess I didn't give any indication as to who or did I?