He is coming

That feeling when you see the silhouette of your crush across the school hallway.

A hat from the 'twenties 
a slender form 
a dark blur approaches 
mumbled instructions 
to himself 
  
A pale face 
and round glasses 
a smooth, lazy voice 
declarations of the mundane 
walking down the hall... 
  
A strong dose of TMI 
with a hint of philosophy, 
genius? 
  
A cordial nod 
My heart attempts to 
strangle me 
I want to leave... 

That is how I know he is coming