Running into this blue-eyed girl I know only superficially. It happens every time - eye-contact and this moment of unspoken recognition, as if sharing a secret. We really don't, we barely know each other, neither of us is gay

, so really have no clue to what goes on there. Or can't find proper words for it. I guess I like the predictability of it, how this coincidental moment never fails to play out the same.
Also, Monday mornings.
888 in my number of posts.