Ghosts

He cleared his throat. She didn't hear. Or was she ignoring him? She was a superficial girl, he knew, but he was taken by her beauty. He was hesitant and stood there awkwardly behind her, trying to act natural. He would start by introducing himself and she would smile. He hoped. Finally, his body decided it was time. He turned to her, sipping his tea. But the tea was still near boiling and it burnt his tongue. He winced as she walked away without noticing.

She stood there absently. Nothing in the room affected her. Where was he? She knew nothing about the boy, but still felt a pull toward him. She stood there near the back of the room and tried to maintain her persona. He would come up to her and introduce himself and she would smile. She hoped. Finally, her body accepted that he wasn't coming. She felt her insides crumble as her hope slipped away. He was not there, would not notice, so she walked away.