The stares were felt more than before. The thing was, she could feel him before she could even know by anyone or by herself that he was here.
It was like a connection in between them, or something she might be assuming, that would tell her he was in the room.
Whenever she would turn around, he would always be watching her. That was something that made her look away while blushing. His constant stare at her.
Like in the whole wide world, she was the only one for him. He did not talk to his friends, he answered them whatever he wanted to, talked to them but never left the sight of her alone.
He was hot though. No way she could know that. But he also looked like someone who screamed the word trouble.
Her fries were finished and by the looks of it, Lucy was almost done with her fruit salad.
"Do you mind if I hit the washroom before we leave?"
"No, go ahead." Lucy waved it off.