He smiles, and his eyes sparkle furiously. She looks so beautiful, naturally, her smile makes her whole face light up and shine. He aches for her to look up, look over; catch his eye. But their darting glances are shy, narrow paths that miss each other despite both their souls aching for contact.
She watches him carefully, furrowed brow, hurried pen,- he stops.
she sees the calmness in his face. he looks up; hopeful eyes. she hurriedly looks away, down, at her book. their gazes meet for a split second then retract, hide.