she had to crane her neck to look over to where he sat, doing her best to not seem obvious as to what she was doing.
he remained quiet, reading his book... no notice given her way.
she remained vigilant, focused, and as he turned the page, she moved up and toward him, leaning in as if to whisper her secret love-- she slipped the ice pick into his eye; and gone before a soul knew she was there.
Well...that is one way to catch someone's eye. :D
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