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Slightly ashamed, I eavesdropped on the silent conversation. Compelled to violate visual space. Though reproaching myself, the stare shifted not at all. Rude was no word for the way my eyes bore into that heated exchange. All I was was fixated, fascinated, unnerved. And not one bit of notice did they pay this direction. That is, until the thought screamed much too loudly, That. I want that. Then, and only then, did he turn towards the unvoiced interruption. The briefest of an understanding smile. Staying put they left me, again. To eavesdrop on the utterance-free dialogue. Compelled, ashamed, and unnerved.