I see you often, leaving from work and walking to your car. I work near your bank branch. I've noticed myself adjusting my day around trying to see you. You: beautiful brunette, shoulder length hair. Always wearing something ridiculously sexy and professional at the same time. You have long beautiful legs, And a fantastic bum! Me: 6', short dirty blond/brown hair. We've smiled at each other lots of times, and each time I'm more aware of your beautiful eyes and smile. It's happened so many times without every talking to you that I feel trapped and awkward, longing for the words. Maybe you could break the ice?