You were sitting with a friend against the wall across from me, reading (marking?) a bunch of papers and speaking in French (I think, just hearing it across the aisle in a busy coffee shop). I got up to leave and you smiled at me, a gorgeous warm smile. I came back 10 minutes later and sat for another half hour, trying to do work but totally distracted by thoughts of how to best approach you. Your friend left, but I still said nothing. I chickened out in the end and ran off to work. You smiled beautifully again, and I spent the rest of the day cursing my failure to speak up. Wanna get a cinnamon bun?