You turned your head to the side. Faced me. Your eyes never left mine, I read them with ease. You said nothing to them, yet everything to me. I nodded.
But only when no one was watching.

People simply don't make eye contact anymore.

Making eye contact with adults while dressed as a clown is risky.

We look at each other with shy relief. It's the look two odd socks give when they recognise each other in the wild.

I glanced again. He was still watching me.

Look, let me just say it: He was hot. A nonhot boy stares at you relentlessly and it is, at best, awkward and, at worst, a form of assault. But a hot boy... well.

I'm hopeless at small talk and have a problem making eye contact.