Almost

He strolls right by
pretending to be oblivious
to the sudden awkward air
that has settled on the surface

She tries hard not to stare
and fixes her eyes on her nails
as she tries to gain control
over the sudden surge of panic

He puffs on his cigarette
She gulps down her beer,
both trying to ignore
the heavily charged silence
threatening to cut right through the space

She then gets up the nerve to look
but finds his eyes elsewhere,
cheeks burning, she averts her gaze
While he, on the other hand,
returns her wistful glance
just as she looks away.