He notices me reading my novel,
I notice him reading my expressions.
He glances by my side and watches me chat animatedly,
I glance by to steal a quick look and catch him staring at me unabashedly.
He stops by for a chat,
I turn towards my earphones and novel, grumbling under my breath about how vain he is!
He insists on chatting up,
I insist on him shutting up.
He wants to share my ipod (and thoughts),
I want to lock myself away from any impending hurt I foresee.
He wants to show me around his city,
I want to avoid any further conversation.
He asks for my number,
I wanna give him a wrong one.
He gives me a missed call immediately,
I’m dying to give this whole episode a miss.
He calls me within an hour of us going our separate ways,
I spend the next hour contemplating my actions.
The story has just begun…