thoughts as they fall

So I saw her today, or more accurately, she saw me. I’d seen her earlier, walking into campus, presumably to some media theatre arts class. It’s entirely unavoidable that I should see her: leaving food service, standing in line in front of me for coffee, sitting across the room, her car parked near my door. Ten minutes later, I walk into Wilson hall and she’s there. Being the oblivious type, it’s doubtful if she’s so much as noticed me since our official “fuck-offs” some weeks ago. Obliviousness didn’t save her today. I open the door and enter, and there she is, standing. Waiting. She sees me, and for the briefest moment there’s a look of surprise and uncertainty. The moment passes, and she regains her composure: a mix between refusal to see me and cold defiance. Myself, I nodded as I always do when I see someone I know but I have no to time stop and talk–amicably: an acknowledgement. I walked down the hall, carrying her in my mind for a few minutes, wondering. Does she hate me? Is she indifferent? How is she dealing with this? How am I dealing with this. And then she was gone. “Hello, Laura.” “Hi there, Mark.” “Bonjour, Monsieur Pinet.” “Bonjour, class.”