Crushed

I'm watching a guy flirt. The focus's back is to me, her coffee curls dripping down her back, and, having seen her around the campus, I know she's gorgeous. A cute friend to the girl is seated nearby, but this guy has eyes only for one of them. He smiles too much. He laughs a little too easily. His mind is blank. His eyes stare despite him. He scratches his chin and adjusts himself on his crutches, and for his sake I hope some sympathy builds.

I don't remember the last time I flirted with a stranger or crush, though I'm familiar and very aware of the blank mind that accompanies nervous attempts at being casual. What bullshit.