He drummed his fingers on the shiny wooden counter. He should buy her a butterbeer. He wouldn't say a word. She seemed to like him best when he didn't talk. Which was weird because he thought he was quite witty. The sound of his fingers hitting the wood kept time with the pounding of his head. He looked up and met the barmaid's eyes and realized how pathetic he must look.
Madam Rosmerta raised her eyebrows in expectation. "You want anything?"
He looked back at the girl surrounded by her friends. She already had a butterbeer and an admirer. James shook his head and walked out of the Three Broomsticks in search of Sirius. There was no sense in wasting a perfectly good Hogsmeade trip pining after Lily Evans.
Prompt: Fingers