So patiently, he waits, and watches for something - anything - that would allow him the slightest opportunity to engage in a more intimate interaction.So patiently, he waits, and watches for something - anything - that would allow him the slightest opportunity to engage in a more intimate interaction. Sometimes the waiting becomes a spectrum of delicious frustration. Illicit thoughts come to his mind, unbidden, and block out the white noise and sights of the room and crowds around him. He sees scenarios of approaches and more. He pictures doing things to her body, and of places he could take her, many of them within the same building. He formulates countless plans, and counts formless ideas, marking his time until everything falls into place with an almost amused, mysterious expression on his face. She knows the power she could have over men if she wishes. Granted, she has never been one to consider herself a beauty, but given the interest or the inspiration, it would not be difficult to have any man who appealed to her. Most of the time, however, she didn't think of herself as being in the hunting mode; rather, she preferred to pick a target and manipulate him into making the advances. That way, she never had to take the upper hand, which suited her just fine. He is watching again, she notices, though she makes no attempts to initiate some sort of recognition. As always, her face is impassive, with neither invitation nor rebuttal in her expression. For the moment, she has chosen to ignore him; hunting is not a high priority for her this day, so the seat she has chosen in the lounge, which is now emptying just prior to another class, is with her back to him, several seating-groups away. With a small, private smile, she acknowledges to herself the fact that his eyes are hot on her head, and then turns her thought to other matters. Time passes; denizens and regulars file in and out of the lounge throughout the day, as do they themselves. Towards the middle afternoon, he watches her come in from the cold, to sit down across the room, with her back to him. She takes off her boots and coat, pulls a book out of her knapsack, and settles in, in no particular hurry to be anywhere. |