Not Out Of Interest

We caught eyes from across the crowded cafeteria, invading each other's comfort, both looking back frequently. Not out of interest, but out of curiosity.

Oh, I wonder if that woman is staring at me again.

Is that man looking at me? What about now?

So I left the cafeteria and went to the library. There, I opened my book of Writing Exercises and did two; one about a fictional pet and one about two people coming out of a building. They turned into fun little stories called Dragons Don't Write and From Majestics, respectively. Maybe I'll share them with you some day. Not because you're interested, but maybe you're curious.