He sat a few tables away from her, noticing her proximity and the gaping distance between them. He guised himself as one of the people who seemed more interested in their food than in the people around them. Though every now and then, he would glance in her direction-- never at her. No, he mustn't stare.
He noted her companions briefly, studied how she would sit and adjust her position every now and then. But as much as he avoided to gaze at her directly, he could not resist an indulging glance when she would smile.
He understood nothing of what he did, or why he did so when it concerned her. He thought himself as highly capable of understanding and rationalizing a number of things his fellow peers had difficulty grasping. But logic surrendered helplessly and willingly to the dictates of his heart with anything concerning her.
No longer patient enough to continue questioning his actions, he decided to leave despite the longing he felt pressing against his chest to linger. And he would prove that indeed he had yet little control left of his rationality, by passing right by her table.
He did not expect her to notice his insignificant, silent passing-by. Little did he know that he would soon have to aggressively control his heart's pounding when her melodic voice would call out his name-- to which he would look at her directly and find her with her disarming smile.