It starts with small things—casual moments where she “accidentally” finds herself next to you. At first, you might dismiss it as coincidence or simply her being in the same place at the same time. But the more it happens, the more you realize there’s something intentional in her actions. It’s not just that she’s near; it’s how she lingers, how her body is positioned just slightly toward you, how her eyes dart in your direction more often than they should. She’s not doing it by accident. She’s finding reasons to be close, and each reason is more carefully crafted than the last.
It’s in the way she “needs” something you have—just an excuse to lean in closer, to ask for your attention. Her hand brushes yours as she reaches for the same item, and she pauses just a fraction longer than necessary, as if savoring the contact. Every time she does this, it’s a subtle message, an invitation wrapped in the guise of casual interactions. Her smile deepens, her voice softens, and when she speaks to you, it’s as if she’s waiting for you to understand the space she’s creating between you both—close, intimate, almost too close.
Her excuses are becoming more frequent now—too many for it to be a coincidence. She seems to “need” your help more often, or finds reasons to ask for your opinion, just so she can spend another moment in your proximity. And with each of these moments, you can feel the tension growing—an unspoken connection, something charged in the air between you. Her eyes don’t just glance at you; they linger, as if measuring you, wondering how long it will take before you see through her gentle, indirect advances. She’s making space for something more between you, creating opportunities to close the gap little by little. She’s giving you time to notice the attraction that’s building, and now, you can’t ignore it any longer.
She’s not simply trying to occupy your time; she’s trying to draw you in. The small excuses aren’t random anymore—they’re calculated steps, each one carefully placing her closer, inviting you to move past the surface-level pleasantries into something more intimate. She’s hiding her attraction, yes, but only just. She’s waiting for you to see it, to feel it. And when the moment finally comes—when you realize it’s not just chance, but her quiet invitation—you’ll know that she’s been waiting for you all along, hoping you’d pick up on the signals she’s been sending.