"you're staring at him again," she sighs.

"i'm not," i reply. "simply just gazed over in a direction and she was there."

"then why was that look on your face?"

"what?" i ask. "what look?"

"you look a certain way when you see him," she informs. "you look at him and it's like you're staring at some sort of galaxy."

"and?"

she looks down. "you love galaxies."