Remembrance of a Study Hall Encounter

I've been watching her work. She doesn't notice.

Her concentration is deep. Her head tilts this way then that.
There's an intense conversation going on in there.

I wonder who she is talking to.

She notices me watching with a smile. Her eyes light up the room.
We're both a little embarrassed.

What an intriguing world must be in there, I think to myself.
I hope that she lets me in. 

She did! 

It was so long ago.