It's just so frustrating. How can such a brilliant man be so blind?
It's not like she hasn't tried to get his attention, as best she knows how. It's not like her feelings aren't right there, so incredibly easy for him to see.
If only he'd just look.
She was so happy when she found out he was going to be her thesis advisor. At last, she told herself. At last he'll have to notice me. We may be student and professor for now, but I'm graduating in a few months, and who knows what'll happen then?
Nothing, that was what. Oh, sure, he's noticed her, but only for her mind. All he sees in her is a fellow mathematician needing nurturing.
She doesn't know what else to do. She's never before wanted or needed to get a man's attention like this before. It's simply never occurred to her. She is already engaged, after all, even if she has no intention of honoring the agreement.
So now she's lost, and confused, and frantic, all on account of a man who's supposed to be helping her solve problems.
All she can do is sit and work and pretend not to be watching his every move. And maybe, one day, he'll look at her with a glint in his eye—not from the joy of mathematic discovery, but for once just because he's happy to be with her.
But he never will, because he can't see what's right in front of him.
