A photograph, a stolen glance, a world that shrinks to just her dance. The sunlight catches in her hair, and every thought ends up right there. Her name, a whisper on the breeze, a constant hum that brings no ease. She knows the rhythm of her feet, the coffee she prefers, so sweet. She tracks her days, her every move, a perfect puzzle he must prove. The line between a harmless crush, and something else, a breathless hush. She longs to speak, to make her see, the one and only she should be. But every word gets lost in fear, so she just watches, ever near.