she turned to look at him while he slept. watched his soft lips breathe. jealous of his eyelashes.
he opened his eyes and saw her. he smiled. she smiled.
she was nervous. or giddy. were they the same thing?
he rolled onto his back and expelled a breath of air. he stared at the ceiling.
somewhere "the girl from ipanema" began to play.
shit. he said.
he got up and walked over to the cluttered desk, searching for the sound...
"And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah...."