Yoga Girl

long as I could, buying all sorts of things I didn’t actually need.
Finally he appeared. He casually said hello but didn’t come up to talk to
me (probably because I was blushing and focusing all of my attention on a
small spot on the floor), and again I was unable to speak. I couldn’t figure
out what the hell was wrong with me, so I quickly paid for my things and
left. Walking across the open-air mall I suddenly felt someone watching
me, so I turned around and there he was. He was leaning out of the shop,
hanging on to the doorframe, with messy hair and a curious look on his
face. I took a deep breath, flashed him a huge smile, and kept walking.