She would sit on her bed staring at the door, memories of their last encounter flooded into her mind. The way his expression remained guarded, he was hesitant to even talk to her, trying to leave as fast as possible. She was overthinking the entire interaction. Each day she would replay it, waiting for him to walk through the door and ask her if she was okay. Or even yell at her for doing something stupid- although he never came. Not once, her hope diminished.