He watched as she spoke,
noticing the way the artificial light of the room catches her eyes.
He thought it magnificent the way any light catches her eyes.
He wondered what was making her so happy
as she spoke to this other person
but he stayed out of the conversation.
He didn't think it would be polite to listen in.
So he sat there and watched her out of the edge of his eye instead.
He tried to read and write and whatever else, but just couldn't concentrate.
He wondered if this person was the one for her.
He wondered if there would ever be 'the one' for him.
He wished it would have been her.