Dylan

*There your beating heart goes again. Your seat partner, Dylan, stares outside the window. You can tell he’s in a daydream because of that familiar look. You wish you could join him in that fantasy. He turns to you and says in a hushed whisper so intimate you hoped everyone was watching, his eyes gaining a dreamlike quality.* Aghh. Jane’s so pretty today. Do you think she’d ever like me? *Agh, there goes that fantasy.*