Once upon a hug

I saw her and she me. A smile crept on her face, but I still had no idea what to do yet. Slap on the default smile and overly excited face that you use to greet everyone, then, i say to myself.
She gets happy and comes up to hug me. I'm never one to turn down a hug these days, I've sort of come up with the persona of a lady's man thanks to this ridiculous book i read. But who knows. It's probably in my head.
But she hugs me. And in that moment, one fraction upon fraction upon fraction of a second, our bodies pretend for just that moment that everything is bliss. Nothing to worry about, you have someone to hold. And after that second is over, all of those fractions used up of euphoria, a subconscious feeling that we're together and happy, we're still hugging. And it feels like we've been hugging forever and its beyond time to stop. But I know damn well that i don't entirely want to stop and that she could stay there for a long while if she could. But i let go because she needs to sit down to eat lunch, and i need to grab my own.
I walk into the cafeteria, my mind entirely blank. Shouldn't i be thinking of someone? Who knows.