He is staring at her, she – at her plate. He is admiring her, she – the wonderfully cooked pasta. He doesn’t look down, she doesn’t look up. He is not blinking, she does not stop eating. He is enchanted. She just had no time for her breakfast, obviously.
I am a passer-by. I see it all with my own eyes. It seems to me that only one of them is in love, probably.
But I can say that my admiration for this girl has no limits: I would have never been able to eat while being stared at. Especially so ardently.
Image taken from Smart Restaurants