My eyes alighted on Jenny. Jenny's heart would flutter whenever Peter entered the room. His charming smile and kind nature had caused romantic feelings to blossom subtly within her soul over time. While she admired him from afar, afraid to express her true sentiments, every glimpse of his handsome face or touch of his warm hand would send a rush of affection through her veins. Oh, how Jenny longed for Peter to return her blossoming love! She fancied him with a passion, though for now, the depths of her tender emotions remained a secret, known only to her longing eyes.
Jenny's eyes scanned the large library, desperately seeking the familiar form of Peter amidst the towering bookshelves. As her gaze wandered each aisle and alcove, hoping to find his handsome face peeking out from behind a stack of novels, she felt her heart swell with longing. Would she discover him lounging cosily in a window seat, immersed in a volume of adventure? Or browsing idly in the non-fiction section, always seeking to expand his intellect? Jenny gazed intently towards the back of the library, where she knew Peter oft liked to hide away, searching the stacks for any gleam of witty eyes behind his glasses. She fancied him so and yearned to find him lost in the latest page-turner within this literary labyrinth that was as much their sanctuary as it was an emporium of stories.
As the heavy oak door creaked open, Jenny's breath hitched in her throat. Stepping boldly into the chamber came none other than Peter, radiant as the sun in his golden locks and roguish grin. At the mere sight of his handsome visage, Jenny's heart began jackhammering against her ribs, threatening to burst from her heaving bosom. She felt the familiar fluttering in her stomach that only his gaze could induce, and a swarm of butterflies took flight amongst the delicate flowers in her mind's garden. Caught in a swirling torrent of infatuation, Jenny struggled to maintain her composure as a scarlet blush crept across her cheeks. Peter's entrance sent her reeling in a passionate whirl, awash in a tidal wave of infatuation that left her breathless and exhilarated by his spellbinding presence.
Jenny's heart leapt as Peter sauntered in her direction, his dulcet tone washing over her like a summer breeze. Alas, her joy was short-lived when instead of stopping to grace her with his radiance, he drifted past without so much as a glance in her direction. Jenny watched in mute dismay as Peter started enthusiastically chatting with Cynthia, his roguish smile and sparkling wit now reserved for another. A torrent of crimson rage and envy blistered beneath Jenny's skin. How she longed to lash out and demand Peter's attention that was rightfully hers! Yet when she opened her mouth to protest, only a strangled squeak emerged. Completely tongue-tied in the face of her frustration, Jenny could only stew silently as Cynthia bathed in the glow meant for her forbidden love. The green-eyed monster had seized hold of Jenny's vocal cords, robbing her of the power to stake her claim on her charming heartthrob.
Cynthia murmured something like, "okay" to Peter and then seemed to just drift away from him.
There was an inexplicable allure that drew Peter to the entrancing Jenny like a sailor to a siren's song. Was it her golden locks that flowed like waves of amber silk? Her piercing eyes of emerald fire that saw straight through his roguish façade? The delicate curve of her rosebud lips begging to be kissed? No single feature could explain his obsession alone.
Perhaps it was the way a breeze of her lilac scent set his soul aflame each time they passed in the gardens. Or her contagious laugh like the melodic call of an angel, lifting his spirit to soar with the eagles. It may have been her clever wit and astute observations, a match for even his sharp tongue.
Deeper still, Jenny possessed an inner radiance of spirit that lit up any room with her joy and compassion. Her tender heart embraced all who crossed her path with unconditional care. This luminescent soul drew Peter in like a lonely traveller to an oasis, refreshing his core.
Flustered by Jenny's magnificence, Peter mustered a timid wave as she glanced his way from across the library. Yet when her emerald eyes met his, his mind went utterly blank. Each word deserted him, fleeing in terror from whichever daft utterances may emerge under her penetrating gaze.
Jenny's esper-like perception detected his internal struggle from afar. Though she yearned to return his greeting, bitter memories flooded her mind - of Peter walking past without notice, enthralled by another.
With an indignant huff, Jenny slammed shut her tomes of lore with a decisive thud that echoed through the aisles. Peter winced, cursing his clumsy tongue as she whisked up her satchel in a flurry. Without so much as a farewell, Jenny spun on her heel and marched towards the exit, radiant hair billowing in her wake.
Peter was left agape, all genius abandoned. He had to find some soliloquy to soothe her righteous wrath, yet none arose from the void where his vocabulary had fled. For now, all he could do was watch his siren disappear through the oaken doors, their unresolved clash replaying endlessly in his mind.
