Tom glanced around the bush he had currently taken refuge behind. In the distance, he could see Ellie, the assistant, tending to a boy's skinned knee. He watched as her curtain of blond hair fell to hide her face. Her hands were gentle as she sponged the boy's knee.
Oh! thought Tom. If only Ellie were as lovely to me! If only she… loved me!
Ellie swept the crying boy into her arms and carried him inside, drying his tears.
Tom followed the young woman with his eyes until she disappeared. I do believe I'm in love.