Yesterday

Today, he barely looked my way. I tried catching his gaze whenever I'd pass him, but he would just see right through me and walk past. Wounded, I walked up to him at the end of the day. He was bending over the drinking fountain, his lips searching out the continuous spray of water rushing out of the spout. I waited for him to finish. I knew that he knew I was standing there in front of him. He tried to prolong what he was doing for a few more seconds until he realized that I wasn't about to leave until he acknowledged my presence.

His foot left the pedal and the stream of water stopped.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he turned to me.

"Hey," he said to me. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged. "I'm thirsty."

He looked around, then looked at me. "Okay, then. I'll see you around."

He offered a quick smile then he walked away.