That girl that I did have class with, but now I don't, but I could have, but not.

You caught my eye the first time I saw you. As we were leaving, you ended up walking next to me. I tried to think of something to say. "Hey, how do you like the class?", "Hey, I've never seen you around, what year are you?", "Hey, are you single?", nothing I could think of sounded right or appropriate. It was too late anyway, you were already walking half a pace faster than me, and my chance to say anything was gone.

Well, it was easy to regain that chance, all I had to do was walk a little faster to catch up, maybe turn your direction and just flash you a smile and say hi. Maybe this or maybe that I thought as I puffed contemplatively on my cigarette. Maybe you didn't like smokers. I exhaled away from you and shifted the cigarette behind me. Of course, hiding it would be useless, I was pretty sure you already saw.

You turned around by chance, perhaps looking for someone behind me, or maybe just to confirm who exactly was walking three steps behind you. I didn't know where you were going, nor you know where I was going, but I guess it's reasonable to want to check. Damn right smart for a girl to want to check on who's following her, especially in a city like the one we're in. I smiled casually at you, the kind of smile you give when a random stranger looks at you.

You turned around quickly, not even returning my smile. Shy? Scared? Startled? Maybe you were thinking the same thing as me and wanted to say something, but didn't know what. Maybe you looked back at me hoping that I'd say something to you. Maybe this and maybe that.

We parted paths after crossing the street. There's a lot of maybes that could have happened in those few short blocks, but there's at least one more in my mind. Maybe I'll see you next week.