When she walks down the corridor, he’s watching. He’s heard about her date, though the change of hair and clothes would have given her away.
He wonders who the lucky man is, and whether this will become more than a casual fling. He knows it’s selfish to hope that it doesn’t – he can’t expect her to stay single until he can find the courage to ask her himself, and it’s no surprise that there’s always a queue of men vying for her affections.
One day, Nick promises silently, when she’s single again, he’ll be the one waiting in the wings.