This story is NOT inspired by actuall events. Any likeness
to persons real or imagined is ENTIRELY accidental.
She looked at him again diverting her attention from the book she was
reading. Her copy of "Idylls of the King" was worn and tattered.
"A connoisseur of literature," he thought, approvingly.
She had been watching him intermittently for the last half hour, casting
the occasional smile in his direction. He had been watching her as well.
He watched her watching him, she watched him watching her watching him,
and so on and so forth.
She was attractive, he noticed.
She was reading, he noticed.
She was... smiling at him? He noticed!
All unusual and desirable traits, the most desirable and unusual trait
being that she seemed, at least in his mind, to be interested. Again she
looked at him, quickly diverting her eyes, and this time she giggled,
almost imperceptibly.
She stood up... odd.
She looked at him... interesting.
She walked over... astounding!
She leaned in close to his ear... This was it!
She whispered... Finally!
...
...
"Your fly is open."