She has this way of making him stare without even trying. A subtle twitch in the corner of an eye whenever she sees him, like she’s debating whether or not to wink. The slightest quiver at the tip of her lips, as though she’s holding in a sweet, shy smile.
He didn’t see them the first time, but he sees nothing but these things now. In that brief moment between her catching sight of him in the hallway to when she swings an arm over his shoulders and yells into his ear, “Glasses!”
She’s really just a girl after all.