What a boy to do.

Liza smiled at him in the morning, was that a sign?

 That radiant smile that illuminates the room, the crystal white teeth and dark gum. 

Well, they could as well have been yellow, but what a boy to do? 

Maybe the smile was because of; that Friday morning "refreshed feeling", maybe something sweet she saw on the road? 

Maybe, maybe not

He instantly felt that cold shiver in the tummy, tried to smile back but chocked on the smile. Amazing, chocking on a smile!  

Every little hair on her head seemed to glow.....

"Elly, you have a call on 5" his supervisors voice  cutting short the so shortlived apparition.

Slowly the hand that was about to wave down under the table it went together with the half smile.

What a boy to do?