It's mad. Sitting in a cab, kissing her. Totally mad. Out of all, I had to choose the one I'm bound to see daily. She knows much more about me than anybody else — and if she does not, she learns soon. Because she can.
Still, I'm kissing her lips and looking into those perplexed eyes dazzling back at me.
Nothing happened. Yet now, every time I'm passing her, I cannot help but wonder.
