A Crush.

It was a simple glance that turned into something more.
A general look in your direction, which was intercepted with a glance of your own.
I felt myself blush slightly, realizing that I had been caught red-handed in the hypothetical cookie jar.
You just smiled and returned to the coffee that you had in front of you.

I bit my lips and dug my nails into my palms.
This was ridiculous, ludicrous, asinine!
Stupid girl, you’re letting your heart go to your head again.
It was just a look, and a mere coincidence that he caught your eye.
Nothing more.

Absolutely nothing.
I picked up a pen, and started to doodle on a coaster.
Then I scribbled my artwork away once I realized it was a resemblance of his face.

Stupid, stupid girl.
You don’t even know his name.
Oh, at this point, I think I’d like to.
But the second I turn around, his table was empty.
Only a paper cup in his wake.

Stupid girl, you should have learned by now.
Hope gets you nowhere.
I stare at my cappuccino glumly, until I notice something scribbled on the cup itself.

“I felt it too. 503-875-2121.”

Stupid girl, maybe for once you were right.