I was just scanning the room when she caught my attention, gray hijab and mascara-lined eyes. I didn’t want to break the first look. I looked a second too long. Her eyes met mine. We both glanced away.
After a moment I thought that the coast was clear. Perhaps she chalked it up to a chance encounter, it happens all the time. I looked again, and this time I caught her looking at me. Now she turned away, immersing herself in the circle of friends around her.
I thought it too much, I walked away. But then I thought again, there was something magnetic about her eyes that pulled me back. So I turned and looked in her direction for a third time.
This time she was gone.