Looking at each other not directly
But indirectly
Softly teasing my eyes apart
Feeling as though if I had just found something that I lost before
Thinking about what is going to happen next
Thinking about what is on his mind
Not knowing how to start a conversation
Knowing I had fallen into a deep trouble
But knew I had to hear your voice
All I smelled was the perfumes from people around me combined with the greasy fries smell
I touched my cold hands and not feeling my fingers move
I heard nothing around me except for what he was saying to his friends
At last I knew that it was just a memory that will last forever