Expectation Is Taking Its Toll

Sit down at my table with my friends.
Grab some coffee in the cafeteria, go to senior lounge.

She walks in, looks around.
I see him sitting there, my heart soars.

What? “Rick slept with Maya blah blah who slept with blah blah blah….” Shut up.
What? “There’s a show next Thursday, you should come.” Okay, sounds good.

Sometimes, my gossipy friends really piss me off.
I glance over at his corkscrew curls.

All they do is talk about other people. It’s annoying.
He looks kind of bored. He wouldn’t be bored talking to me.

Sigh.
Sigh.

I glance at the girl. She’s drinking coffee.
I need to finish my drawing of him.

What is she like? I bet she’s really… cool.
What is he like? I know he’s different from all of… them.