Co-worker

Words are slipping.
Sounding stupid, I'm sure.
Feel the heat rush to my face.
Why must I blush?
We're just talking about school.
The glasses
The polo
The way-to-high slacks
Geeky little laugh.
Everything.
Knees could collapse at any moment.
I know he feels the same way
"I like talking to you."
Replays over and over.
His shift is up.
I look up, he looks down.
He looks up, I look down.
I notice.
Catching him glancing
Watching him move closer
How excited he got
as I walked in the front doors.
I notice.
Does he?