Drawn Into The Sand
She was adorable.
You watched her from afar, usually.
She was, of course, a colleague of sorts. So you had seen her at work. But you loved seeing her outside work hours. She was kind and you had talked to her before she headed back home for the day.
She would sit at this chair you had set up near the ocean, and watch the waves. Or sometimes she’d read. It depended on the day.
You. Realized about a week into your infatuation that, you might come off, maybe, just a bit, stalkery.
You! Weren’t stalking her though!! You just,,, had a lot of work on the Island trying to make it the best it could be and. You always got a little distracted while trying to fix up that area.
You were actually doing that right now. Or trying to, and failing miserably as you drew little patterns in the sand. You idly drew her in the sand, taking your time to get her happy expression just right.
You pressed your hand to her’s drawn in the sand. Drawing little hearts around her with a soft smile.
It was useless to pine, you figured. It would probably be a little bit unprofessional to date a colleague.
Still, you let yourself pine.
After all, she would never know unless you told her right?
She would have no clue and the two of you could remain professional colleagues and that would be it.
And you know what? That was okay with you. I mean this town would probably take all your time decorating and redecorating at all the villager's whims.
It would be unfair.
Still you wanted to let yourself dream just a little bit.