Quiver

You touched my back when you said goodbye and I was afraid to look at you. My eyes might give me away and trap you into staying. I might start begging if I look too long into your face.
I go to work with the memory of your light touch and I long to see you again. I can't believe my wish could be granted, but there you are walking my way with a quirk of a smile and warmth in your face. Even with the space between us and the people around us, I begin to shake. Wasn't I just cold a minute ago? I wonder if my face is turning red as I turn to give a customer his change. He makes a joke and I laugh, but all I can feel is your presence nearing. My heart quivers and my stomach wrenches. How could I be falling for you so fast? I thought I had grown to be guarded and unapproachable. I had plans to become an old maid, a virgin spinster, but you make me want to change that.
I glance up to see you so close yet so far. I have another customer and you stop to talk to your friend. Will we be able to talk? My break is soon, will you wait for me? I look up again and see you walking away. My soul screams in frustration and I silently call for you to turn around. When you do all I can do is smile and mouth goodbye. You mouth goodbye back and it feels like a private moment. In that second we are alone and there aren't counter tops separating us. Your eyes light up, could you be feeling the same thing? Were you silently calling to me as I was for you?
I try to throw myself back into my job with my head and heart spinning. I numbly hear "Audrey, are you shaking?"