Motion.
It was curiosity at first that caused her to stare. He seemed such a large cumbersome creature every other time she'd seen him, bumping into things as he was mopping and polishing, not worrying about moving objects opting to knock them over instead and just being generally clumsy. But this, she thought as he watched him in the car park from a distance, this had an element of grace to it. What had begun as an annoying attempt to mock the moves taught in her school every day had become a surprising and seemingly unintentional flaunt of talent. It was the spin on one foot then the leap into the air that had caught her eye. He slid across the bonnet of the car, twisted, flipped and struck a pose before her inquisitive watch then once again flew into motion. He jumped kicking his legs out so he slipped into the air as though gravity didn't affect him then landed breaking back into freestyle dance moves. Then did something she didn't expect. He turned in her direction looking straight up at her mid-move. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she realized she'd been staring and jumped back so he couldn't see her, her eyes flicking to the floor. She grasped her books tighter against her chest allowing her gaze to travel up the wall, out the window and back to his moving form. He yet again jumped from the ground rotating, landing and break dancing showcasing his skill. But as she pivoted reluctantly walking away she couldn't help thinking that maybe it wasn't just for his friends that he was moving in such a way. Maybe it was for her too.