There I was, hoping against hope he will walk past me again.
There he was, stopping for a split second to glance at me.

There I go, accidentally in his path.
Where he stopped, staring straight at me.
Then I blush, and bore a hole on the ground.
So he stood. Didn’t budge, watching me.
There I go, blew my hair~
Out of my face.
And I saw, him gazing at me.

How I wish, something would happen.
How I wish, this never ends.
There you are, crouched over your notebook
Here I am peeping at you…

There is this geeky/nerdy guy at the customer site I am at. We have been doing the peeping-staring game for a while now. In my opinion, he is hot and suffice to say whenever he walks past, I had to hum Justin Timberlake’s SexyBack. So I asked some people for pointers to get his attention.