He instinctively turned his head. He tried to act discreet, but he ended up staring directly at her. The girl seemed to sense this as she then returned his stare, fixing her eyes directly on his. She walked resolutely toward him and bumped his puny body backward where he lost his balance and fell to the floor.
When he went to bed that evening his embarrassing circumstance turned out to be the stuff that dreams are made of. Or was it really a dream?