Eye Contact ... doesn't mean that she knows a score #3

 Union Building is the place on the UT campus which I visit quite often. I usually go there during my lunch break to eat someting, because it's close to the Wooldridge Hall and I always have some time to work at my home tasks.
   It was the 14th of September - big day in Europe. On Tuesday 14th the first round of the UEFA Champions League started. I woke up late at that day, so I couldn't check the results online, so I went to school and waited for a chance to learn if my favourite Manchester United were successful in their first game that Tuesday night.

   After my first class I hurried to the Union Building to eat something. Those who read my previous post should know what I think about food, so I'd leave it without details. I was just sitting, listening to the amazing "Fix It"

and chewing my crapy hamburger when she appeared. Some girl with huge Math book and some stuff from "Taco Bell" in her hand.  She looked concentrated on definitely something not from this world so she even hit my table with her backpack, and I didn't hear regular "Excuse me". I wasn't mad though - Math is hard to study, so I felt sorry for her complicated life. The table next to mine was vacant and she noticed it. I started look at her. That was a simple girl, her backpack looked bigger than her and it took her a few minutes to take it off. I was looking at her without any specific reason. She was not too pretty to stare at her (sorry, sweet-heart, if you read this), I didn't plan to talk to her. Her table was just in front of mine and only because ot that I was looking at her (too lazy to move my eyes:). A pencil, a few more smaller books one by one were taken out of her bag. One monent later one more thing appered on the table. "Sports Illustrated" magazine!!! I thought the result of MU game could be there, so I set my eyes on the magazine. The girl started to glance at me. Obviously I looked like a frozen statue with widely opened eyes and the "Wendy's" humburger in my hand. Yes, I didn't try to hide my intereset. Finally she asked:
 - Hi. Are you OK?
 - ??? Huh?
 - Are you feeling well?
 - Not really...
 - What's wrong? - she looked worried. Can I help you?
 - YES! Do you know who won last night by any chance? Tell me that it wasn't "Rangers".
 - Excuse me... - she looked suspiciously at me now.
 - Can I look at your magazine, please.
    She carefuly handed me that magazine with firm consideration in her eyes that I was mentaly retarded. Unfortunately I didn't find results and was dissapointed to death.
 - How can I help you? What's wrong? - she didn't give up.
- I'm fine. I look so weird because I want to know the score and I don't have my computer today.

 - Oh, you can use mine. She gave me her computer. "MU" - "Rangers" 0:0. Well, not too bad, but Antonio Valencia, the quaterback, broke his leg and won't be able to play for 6-7 moths. That's horrible! Hopefuly, Rooney will get optimal conditions soon, - I told this with such an interest and passion that she probably regreted that she stroke up the conversation.
 - I have no idea what are you talking about, but I'm glad you're not looking so weird now.
 - Thank you. I'm sorry, I'm crazy abut this team, - I smiled and added in a second, - Can I look at the "Real Madrid" results really quick? I'm quite fed up with "Barcelona's" domination and support "Real" in this season.  
 - Ha-ha, OK. You're funny. This morning is not so boring now.
   That nice girl helped me to learn all the results of the 1st day. Why did I tell you this story? Everything started with just an eye contact. Eye contact - rather simple thing, but it might be so different. I could expect something like: "Hey! Why are you staring at me? Are you insane?", but I had quite a pleasant and informative conversation, which helped me to learn the score and gain more cultural experience.