Both my heartbeat and my body accelerate as I walk towards the men's bathroom in the stairwell. I walk past it. I keep going. I make my way to the cramped bathroom most people don't even know about, on the fourth floor. It's tucked in near the psychology (how appropriate) office. She works there. I round the corner. From the front desk, she looks up and smiles. So do I. She makes my teeth naked.

I think I could love her... and she'll probably never know. Which is most likely just as well.