She locks herself in her own worlds, doing her things.
She is not thinking about him or at least convinces herself of it.
She hardly knows him or so she thinks.
She is dying to love him even if she can’t admit any of it.
She acts her well studied indifference around him or so she feels.
For how long will she keep to that script?
For as long as it takes her to write a new one,
A somewhat different one