There I was, standing at a corner in an awkward way, checking my watch every two minutes. That's how bored I was. That's how much I hated parties. I stood there daydreaming of being curled up on a couch, watching my favorite sitcom or just reading a good book. And Coffee. Oh how I'd do anything to get out of there!
I looked around the room, scanning each and every individual present there, meanwhile yawning. My face had less expression than that of a brick while one of my feet tapped to the beat of the superfluous 'music' in the room. Just then, a guy caught my attention, almost catching hold of my heart. He stood further away from me, towards the end of the room, gazing at his cell phone screen as if he'd be shot if he'd have looked anywhere else. He wasn't even typing - just staring at it. I took a sip from the dreadful mocktail I was having and kept looking at him.
It felt good to have somebody in the room who seemed equally as awkward. Okay, he was attractive. Most guys in suits are, but there was something about him, I thought, even though he wasn't quite that visible from the distance. I continued to stare, finding him to be quite fascinating and also because I had nothing better to do. I walked towards him to have a closer look. He looked around with squinted eyes, as if searching for somebody.
I continued to stare at him, now subconsciously, and I didn't even realize when his gaze met mine. My heart flipped, there was a tummy tornado and I was not even breathing. He looked at me for 8.2 seconds straight and I didn't even know why I counted.
It was one of those indescribable moments of eye contact, that was immediately over-analyzed and inevitably misread. I quickly looked away and shifted my gaze to my friend, because of whom I had ended up there. She seemed to be having a great time, dancing. I looked back to where the guy was standing, almost in a reflex and he had already been staring. But this time, I didn't look away.
I don't know how long we stood there like that, with our eyes rested upon each other, it couldn't have been for more than five minutes. But in those five minutes and without having to utter any words, we had the kind of conversation many people don't have in a lifetime. Suddenly, that party didn't seem to be boring at all.
My friend then yelled and waved at me, "HEEEEEYYYY!" shattering the silence we had managed to bridge up in that noisy place. I looked at her and gave a hasty smile, quickly turning away.
Within a blink, he was gone.
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