Is it him?
Not desperately unwilling, but perfectly unknowing.
Holding more promises than the others ever could.
Head tucked down and sitting
just far enough to never notice.
But if eyes meet will sparks fly?
If hands touch will sparks fly?
Stranger.
What could be stranger than finding you today?
Hiding everything you have to offer
behind glasses and a book.
That unapproachable image
will let fate decide.
