The next day, there was someone
else on the bench.
He was the new boy in class.
Nancy thought it would be nice
to get to know him.
But to do that, she would have to
talk to him, and that was impossible.

The day after, it was still impossible,
but she sat a while on the bench.
And once, when she was looking sideways at him,
she thought maybe he was looking sideways at her.
She wondered if maybe he was shy, too.