Wish

She loved the way he looked at her. It started from her smooth face, moving down to her exposed neck, her chest, her waist, all the way to the details on her shoes and back to her perfectly combed and styled hair. The longing and admiration in his eyes left nothing out.

She wanted to chase after him when he left. Maybe just to say thanks. And tell him that he is good looking. And admit that she had been looking at him too.

But it was nothing but whims and fancies of a melting wax figure.