She always noticed him.
He noticed that she noticed.
She also noticed that he noticed that she noticed him. But that never stopped her.
Her eyes. That look. Not a stare. Not a gaze. Something more. Like she wanted to tell him something, but had made up her mind not to. He never could really unravel what they were trying to convey.
She smiled every time she saw him. Every single time.
He reminded her of someone. That was it. That was all.