Twice Shy

I don’t believe it. Here I am sitting casually by the window of my favorite cafe, when who of all people would decide to suddenly walk in? Her.

Well—despite the terrible timing of all of this—at least I get the opportunity to see her again. To be honest we’ve only ever met in passing, having a chat every once in a while, so we’re really just acquaintances at the moment. The keywords being, of course, ‘at the moment.’ I swear I am going to make that change. Today. Really, I am. I just need to get up from my seat, walk over, and strike up a meaningful conversation. Just need to get up.

Dammit.

Well one thing’s for sure, sitting here is not helping things out. Frankly I’m just reminded of all the things that make her seem so wonderful to me: Like the way her hair falls on her shoulders and frames her face so perfectly, or the feeling I get when she looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes. Heck, I’m even reminded of her adorable squeak of a laugh, and the way her nose scrunches up ever so slightly when she does. Even when she- Okay, I’m stopping this train of thought. It’s really not helping.

Seriously, the solution to my woes is as simple as getting up and approaching her. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like she’s going to eat me or anything… right? Then again, what if she just turns me down flat. Just like that. In front of everyone. That would be embarrassing. Oh, that’s just ridiculous.

I suppose it’s now or never. I get up from my seat and start to walk… towards the bathroom.

What is my problem?!

As a matter of fact, what the heck am I even so afraid of? I’m a nice guy. Funny, smart, dare I say likeable even. That’s it. That settles it. The moment I leave this bathroom, I am going straight for her table. I take a breath and, with renewed vigor, push open the door and-

…

Where’d she go?