He whipped his head around, averting his eyes, when she looked up at him. He kicked himself mentally again. Why didn’t he just say he to her? He wanted to talk to her, but he was just too shy. After finishing his internal berating, he looked and saw she’d left.
Why did he always look away, she asked herself. She wished he would come over and say something; she could tell he liked her. She’d have said something, but she was too shy. Instead, she got up and carried her tray past his table. They locked eyes for a moment.