[He's not looking for her, not really. The game's a good one but he's reluctant to rush it, to come off as too eager. He wants her but he doesn't need her, and he's not about to let her have power over him.
So he grins at her when he sees her in the hallways, and when she moves past him he watches her go, he gives himself that small indulgence. It's better than nothing, while he's waiting.
But one day he's down by the lake, chucking rocks in it, and he sees her, sitting there. He recognises her even though she's wound in a muffler and wearing her cloak. And he directs his meandering towards her, until he's standing just a little ways off, watching her.]
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So he grins at her when he sees her in the hallways, and when she moves past him he watches her go, he gives himself that small indulgence. It's better than nothing, while he's waiting.
But one day he's down by the lake, chucking rocks in it, and he sees her, sitting there. He recognises her even though she's wound in a muffler and wearing her cloak. And he directs his meandering towards her, until he's standing just a little ways off, watching her.]
This can't be what you do for fun.