I walk to my usual table and sit down, staring at Diego rather than into the dreary, bleak plaza parking lot. It's hard not to notice how good looking he is. It's also hard to take the time to admire his good looks. He's always so observant and alert that you can barely glance at him without him noticing it, or worse, acknowledging it. Take this past week for example. I'd try to subtly glance at him when he'd sit down and do his homework with me, which became an every other day thing, varying in time lengths. Though, I'd look at him for a split second and he'd immediately look up and make eye contact or better yet, he'd ask what I wanted. It's like he has eyes all over his head because he always seems to know when I'm chancing a glance at him.
As if on cue, he turns away from the machines
