move the world to live your fantasy

She stays still for a while after he’s gone, staring at the empty place where he stood a few minutes ago, the air still smelling like him, his print there, almost imperceptible. She thinks about their short exchange, trying to remember every detail, the tone of his voice, the shape of his fingers, the colour of his skin… She thinks about all the things she knows about him - barely nothing, but then so much - and about all the things she could imagine…
After a while a genuine smile forms on her lips. She knows what was missing in her book.