To mind-read

'You look nice today', you whispered as we sat at your desk.

I was puzzled. I was dressed as I usually did for work. Nothing special at all.
'Thank you', I mouthed.

From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw you glancing at me (Was I mistaken? Did I imagine that?) as I sat next to you, writing down the dates you would be passing through Singapore. I wish I could know what you were thinking of then.

You looked at me the same way for a moment when I was staring into space over lunch at the foodcourt. Tell me, what was that for?

If I could pick one super power to possess, it'd have to be mind-reading.