He averted his eyes for fear that she’d be unsettled by him looking at her. She looked so good. The outfit (colourful but not flamboyant, well fitted without a hint of promiscuity). The hair. Her glasses. He even noticed her shoes. He never noticed shoes. He willed his eyes away from her and back to the book he was reading, afraid that if she caught him staring at her she’d roll her eyes.