I snuck a glance at her through the mirror on the other side of the store. Yup. She was still staring at me, head resting on her hand. Her face had a bored expression on it, which highlighted the apparent look of longing in her eyes. Of course, this could all just be wishful thinking on my behalf. Her eyes were a greeny-blue mix and she had dyed her shoulder-length hair dirty blonde. She seemed around my age, maybe a few...