When I see her, my first thought is that she's pretty. I can't see much of her hair underneath her hat, but it looks straight, about medium length, and brown, like her eyes, though her eyes are much lighter. Her face looks soft and sweet and rounded, but she's one or two inches taller than me. Maybe more, it's hard to tell.

I smile at her, because that's what people do when they catch someone's eye on accident. They smile, and in this case, pretend they weren't staring. She quickly smiles back, but there's no feeling behind it. It's the type of smile people throw out casually at people they catch staring at them. It's made of plastic.

My heart immediately plummets deep down into my stomach. She probably hates me. Why else would she smile like that? She obviously doesn't like me.

I spend the next half hour trying to convince myself that the way other people act is more of a reflection on them and their current emotional state than on their feelings about me. It's difficult.

Once I succeed, I begin to worry again. This must mean she's sad. Why is she sad? I don't want her to be sad. She seems like such a nice girl. She should be happy.

I wonder what her name is. I want to know.

I spend another hour thinking of nothing in particular, and she occasionally drifts back to the front of my mind.

What's she doing in my head? I don't even know her... but I think I want to. There's something about the way she smiled...

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