They often saw each other, at a distance.
Today was different, because today they were only a metre or so apart. There was only a small unoccupied table between them in the café. Most times it would be a case of turning a corner and catching a glimpse of the other on the opposite side of the street, or going past on a bus, or travelling on a nearby escalator. He was usually the first one to see the other. It had been going on for a long time. He wasn’t sure just how long because the whole thinking-back thing became hazy every time he tried to remember when it had started.
For her, her face lit up whenever she spotted him. Bystanders may even have followed her gaze. Little did anyone know what went through her mind on these occasions. They just wouldn’t know that she was cursed with the creepy feeling that she was the only one who could see him!
As for him, nobody would suspect that the whole thing was made worse by the fact that he was cursed with the creepy feeling that he was the only one who could see her!