Stranger Poem by Jasmine Robert

Sitting in the library
Working on an assignment
When a stranger caught my eye
He was, I am guessing middle aged
Nicely dressed, very professional
Salt - n - Pepper hair and glasses.
He was working with a student
What caught my attention was how animated this guy was when talking.
He seemed to me to be very bossy and stern
Extremely persistent on telling this student what he could not do
The man did not like something and told the student “you can’t do that you must choose someone else.”
I thought his strong suit was correcting and telling this student what to do.
He was very persuasive in getting the work done but... His way not the students.
I couldn’t help but think what the student was working on.
He appeared to me to be very into himself.
I couldn’t help but think, “I’m glad he’s not helping me”
He then looked up and saw me looking
I felt myself blush
He gave me the nicest kindest smile
And now I’m wondering “am I wrong? ”