she scribbles stupid romantic poetry on napkins

and slides it across the table with her finger

pretends not to notice how shaky her hands are and

gives him half a grin

he reads it and she can tell that he doesn't understand

it sort of makes her want to cry and she doesn't know why

because he's just a boy

he's just a fucking boy, she tells herself

(but he grins at her

"thanks" he says and puts it in his pocket

and her heart stops beating when he looks at her like that

and he's not just any boy)