His eyes sweep across the room. Her stomach churns, as she looks away- when they are seconds, just seconds away from meeting hers.
And fuck. There is electricity in that almost-gaze.
Time expands and does a back flip as she rushes past the hallway. The bell clangs against the rough, uncouth voices of everyone else. She fills her mind with the clutter she once thought mattered, but her mind is now a sieve.
She doesn’t look back. She doesn’t have to.