I've seen it a thousand times over, in a thousand forgettable manners, but it makes no difference. It fits him. It's been made to shape his body. To sit on the fall of his neck with that perfectly situated collar that screams about his manliness, his confidence, his aura. He caught me.
People look at each other all the time.
I can't remember if I smiled. I can't remember if he noticed. I can't remember it zoomed straight ahead in fast forward. But I know that I turned away, wanting him to not notice. First wanting the advantage, the full staring advantage, and then just once I'm ready.