Every time she let herself
look at him, she would look around
at her surroundings in order
to make sure no one noticed just
how often she glanced his way. She
would tear her gaze from him to the
trees, the sky, the ground and some tree
trunks that had been carved into by
people who'd previously walked
the same path. She'd pretend to be
particularly invested
in the rock on the ground that she
had kicked. She wanted to carve his
name with hers into a tree trunk.