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Shersquo;d seen me, too. Wersquo;d been eyeing each other as we were going through the galleries. I wasnrsquo;t quite even sure what was so interesting about her, since she was younger than me a little strange-looking ndash; nothing at all the girls I usually got crushes on, cool serious beauties who disdainful looks around the hallway went out with big guys. This girl had bright red hair; her movements were swift, her face sharp mischievous strange, her eyes were an odd colour, a golden honeybee brown. though she was too thin, all elbows, in a way almost plain, yet there was something about her too that made my stomach go watery. She was swinging knocking a battered-looking flute case around with her ndash; a city kid? On her way to a music lesson? Maybe not, I thought, circling behind her as I followed my mother into the next gallery; her clothes were a little too bl suburban; she was probably a tourist. But she moved with more assurance than most of the girls I knew; the sly, composed glance that she slid over me as she brushed past drove me crazy.