Everyone was bored except us

She noticed too much. How his dimples look more like lines. How he puts his hands in his pockets after asking a question. How he doesn't let other people interrupt him when he's talking. He had a tendency to be arrogant when it came to his own personal beliefs. She didn't mind. Her eyes wander around, looking at everybody in the room with her. He was telling a story about a childhood memory. She turned to look at him. He paused, waiting for someone to respond. Silence. She hated those long pauses after someone finishes telling a story. No one seemed to be interested. Everyone was in their own world. He was staring right at her now. She stared back, both of them not saying a word. Silence. They were in each other's worlds now.