Lean build, blonde hair tied into a ponytail, necklace dangling loosely with a pendant slightly splattered with sweat; I don’t know exactly what it was about her that got me captivated. She had just gotten off from a jog in the oval and was resting on one of the benches. She had three bags beside her.

I had been staring a bit too long. In any normal day, my food would have been expunged by now, but I was taking twice as long to finish it. I was unabashedly staring at her. Did she know? Hopefully not.

I haven’t paid that much attention to my food. In time, I lose my appetite. The desire to covet her is much greater.

I’m probably losing my sanity.

She moves. Is she leaving? No,her bags are still there. She’s at the ATM. I steer away my eyes.

I pick up the utensils and clear my area. She just got back. I pick up my things and head out.

I slowly, am pretending to act nonchalant, pass by her. I don’t give a single glance.

A minute later, it’s done. It's been set in stone.

I might probably never see you again.