Poem - Will they or won't they?

He walks in, sits down to take a seat.
She's been there a little bit longer and feels comfortable.

Throughout the duration, he contemplates flirtation,
as time is short and precious, without little to spare.
But no high sign is given. She sits looking exceptionally
gorgeous, without even a dab of make-up on her face.

He glances over as subtle as possible, yet makes himself
obvious to everybody, including her, but himself. She sits
there thinking, "Is he going to approach me or not?"

A sign is all he needs; not because he feels insecure
but because, for ll he knows, she could cry "Rape!" or
scream the house down, with many looking on.
Now, our boy's not easily embarrassed but this would
seriously be extracting the uring - so-to-speak!

"My word, she looks so sexy. Blue is her colour,
brown is her hair". "Why won't he just talk to me,
even if its to say hello? He'll get my number anyway!"

She strokes her hair and plays with it discreetly,
wishing those were his hands. He's thinking exactly the same,
only neither of them know this because both are either
too shy or are convinced the other isn't interested.

As soon as he gets up again, she'll be gutted but,
you never know, she may decide to follow.