In this town called Whoopsindale, there lived a girl whose name rhymed with Daisy and a guy who was called Dave. One day, the two crossed each other on a street which had an urchin showing ball tricks and a little kid chasing a balloon. He looked at her. She pretended not to notice. They walked closer. She put her disobedient tress behind her ear and and feigned a smile into the space behind him. Moments passed, their feet walked them away from each other. He turned back. She did not.
Is it him? she asked herself.
She did not turn back. She did not know.
She's an idiot!