The girl kissed her mother good bye and entered the glass door.
'This is it' she thought as she waited outside the class. It had been nearly 7 months and still no progress! The last time that she had plucked up the courage to approach him was when she asked him to complete a survey for her Geography project (which she received an A+ for but that information is not related to this story) and found out his name and age (they were the same age, to the girl's delight)
It was the same old routine every Saturday. He steps out of the class and walks past her and she would chicken out at the last minute to have an actual conversation with the said boy. They shared an occasional 'Hi' or a smile and there was once when they came across each other at the entrance and he held the door open for her (making her heart flutter every time she thought of that day) but that was it.
The girl had decided that if the boy wants to be her friend, he'd have to pursue her first but that promise was forgotten every time she thought of him.
She thought that it was merely a crush at first, but then she came to accept the fact that he made her feel safe and special just by being there which none of her previous crushes had made her felt before. So the girl faced the facts. She was in love with this boy who didn't know her name.
So now, here she is again, standing in front of the class, waiting for the boy to come out. The door opened and she held her breathe but let it out when the teacher came out instead. Time seemed to stop when the boy finally came out and gave her a small smile. She blushed. He had recently cut his hair so she could now see his beautiful greyish brown eyes looking back at her.
Talk to him! Talk to him! Introduce yourself for heaven's sake! The voices in her head yelled at her but she stood still, only managing to return the smile and walked into the small class. When the door closed, she stomped her foot and pulled her hair in frustration.
"DARN! DARN! DARN! DARN! Nooooooooooo! Not again!" She grumbled and sighed. "Oh well, there's always next week" she console herself, still thinking of him.
Unbeknownst to her, the boy was still standing outside the classroom door, looking at the place where she stood just now. He slapped his forehead for losing his voice a few moments ago. It's been nearly 7 months and he still hadn't talked to her. Oh how his mother and brother pestered him to make a move on her but he'd always back out at the last minute (he didn't once, when he opened the door for her. It was an accomplishment for him!). They somehow understood that his feelings for this unknown girl who'd he meet once a week for guitar lessons (and asked him for help to complete a survey once)was more than a crush.
He made a promise to himself that he'd get the girl, no matter what, but in the end, the promise would be unfulfilled by his shyness whenever the girl approached.
"There's always next week" he sadly told himself before he turned around to leave.