I was still soaring high with that crazy flash of hope when I passed him next in the corridor, just after that Friday lunchtime. I dared to smile my very biggest smile and say a hi and got nothing back from him other than the same clipped nod as he walked by. I was deflated in a fizzle. No. Gina was wrong. He didn’t want me. Not like that. And it was ok. That’s what I told myself.
