He sits and watches her as he waits for conversation.

She'll flirt with anyone.

He's content to wait his turn.

But that's all it is,
and it's all for her amusement.

Deep down he knows this is true,
but,
still he waits,
for her to throw a bone his way.

The easy highlight of his day,
strings out his hopeless hopes some more.

Much as he dearly loves to act upon his feelings,
she's in a different league.

He's pecking to her,
and there's no future in it.

He's wasting time fantasizing,
until she's gone.

She's all in sin, hit to torture.

She's been waiting for months now,
for him to make his move.

The other guy's just passing her time and he's fine,
but he's not that smooth.

All of her encouragement,
well it hasn't brought him on.

And as she leaves,
she wonders if she's misjudged him all along.